Poem
I said to her
By: Ryan
Marks
[A fictional
account of one man’s story with his wife.]
Dearest one, the
little one within you is about to die.
Only two options
have we: one to kill the unborn babe, the other to risk thee.
I love thee
second only to God.
I love thee more
than this child . . . this amazing gift from above.
But I say to you
now, “Fare thee well.”
For though I love
your life, I will not sign . . . I will not sign . . .
The Death Warrant
of our precious Child.
“Fare thee well”
. . . . “Fare thee well”
My heart is sad,
but my soul is glad, for I shall see thee again.
Our child may
survive or may be with you very soon.
“Fare thee well”
. . . . “Fare thee well”
The would-be
executioner comes again pleading,
“If only we
destroy the child your wife will live and be with thee!!”
“Fare thee well”
. . . . “Fare thee well”
“O Lord, my soul
longs to be with You, so that this test would not take place. But YEA, though
I walk through the shadow of my dearest’s death to THEE I shall still loyal be.
Thy Word is clear, murder tis’ sin and
how much more that of my own children! Hold me in your arms O Lord, her breath
is growing faint. . .”
“Fare thee well”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
A Girl! They say!
I laugh then cry for my dearest breath has just passed away.
I stayed true to
Him . . . .
I obeyed the
hardest thing that a man can ever endure – even harder than his own death. . .
.
Yet that crime –
abortion, God whispers to me can be forgiven. . . .
Though I have not
transgressed, my soul within me now is given A MISSION.
And it shall
expand as many a man reads this simple composition.
