The smallest hearts cry in silence, unheard,
Their fragile breaths stolen before the dawn,
A world turns blind, deaf to the spark of life,
While tears of Heaven fall with burning grief.
God’s eyes blaze with sorrow, a holy fire,
Each soul erased echoes against His throne,
The blood of the innocent stains the earth,
And justice trembles at the weight of sin.
I fold under the weight, my spirit wrung,
The ache in my chest mirrors His pain,
Yet even in death, the smallest are held,
In Jesus’ arms, safe, known, and loved.
The womb, a sanctuary of His design,
Defiled by hands that refuse His voice,
The angels weep, the stars shudder,
As darkness swallows what should have shone.
How long, O Lord, shall we turn away,
Counting choice above Your sacred Word?
The cries ascend, a chorus of anguish,
A warning none should ever silence.
Even in despair, Your love calls to me,
Your wrath and mercy entwined in agony,
To speak, to stand, to mourn, to act,
To honor the least, the lost, the unborn.
May every heartbeat denied awaken hearts,
May every tear summon righteous hands,
We stand, trembling, before the weight of Heaven,
Witnesses to the cost of our silence.
O Lord, break our hearts with what breaks Yours,
Let our grief ignite courage to protect life,
For each soul snatched from this world too soon,
Shall rise in justice, mercy, and truth eternal.
Jesus ~ Amazing Grace! 