Unborn Baby
I’m just an unknown baby,
I’m headed for your land,
I’m coming to America,
my life is in your hands.
Look in your heart of hearts,
as yet you cannot see,
My little stubby hands and toes,
nor hear my faint heart beat.
You cannot see my blood course through,
my vessels weak and small.
Our God who makes and fashions us.
He died to save us all.
America, you dare not stand idly by,
and let them take my life,
while I am helpless to respond,
or heed your faintest call.
What you do to me you must do fast,
for I am on my way.
God's life clock has been wound and set,
don't hinder me please, I pray.
Elva Mize Rice
Spring, 1991
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