Unborn Nations

Unborn Nations
by Kristina Krampe



I am a baby, yet unformed.
My life has just begun.
I have not seen the setting moon
or glimpsed the morning sun.

I have a purpose, yet unknown,
but God has a plan for me.
So now I grow and change inside
a womb from my mommy.

Something is wrong outside my walls
but I am too young to know.
My focus seems to be mainly that
I need to flourish and grow.

At times I hear strange noises which
makes me feel sad and blue,
but I don't know how to comfort her
from what she's going through.

Every day something new appears
upon my changing form.
God is preparing this body so
I'll be healthy when I'm born.

The crying seems to finally end
outside my haven place.
Yet, worse this silence, seems to me
than the noises it replaced.

Suddenly I feel the pain;
something is destroying me!
I am not ready to leave this womb!
Why can't they let me be?

My world is gone, from what I've known.
My life unexpectantly short.
Jesus welcomes me in His arms
and I hear the word "abort".

"I do not understand, my Lord.
How could you let me die?"
At first He didn't answer me
for all He did was cry.

"It was not I that snuffed your life
this day of so much sorrow.
Your life was planned with many days,
full of more tomorrows."

"It was the choice your mother made
but others were also to blame.
Comfort needed, help not offered,
pushed her to this shame."

"You were one I sent to counsel
and tell people that I care.
Now another will be chosen;
pray he will make it there."

"Look around, the angels crying
for nations lost this day.
'Someone help her, someone help her',
I often hear them pray."

"What will happen to my mother?"
I asked, with sadness growing.
Somehow I felt her endless pain;
just somehow knew by knowing.

Jesus smiled and joy flowed through me,
"Your mother now will live
a life protecting unborn children;
she's asked Me to forgive..."