VICTIMS OF ABORTION SPEAK OUT
THE VOICE OF EXPERIENCE
"THERE IS NO SIN SO GREAT THAT GOD CANNOT FORGIVE NOR
WOUND SO DEEP THAT HIS LOVE CANNOT HEAL"
I SOUGHT THEE, LORD
by Eva Marie Stover

I sought Thee, LORD, as I took my walk, in quiet stillness, all thoughts on You.
I sought Thee, in the sky above how wondrous the clouds and sky of blue.

I sought Thee in the valleys low, where flowers smelled of fragrance fresh.
And running through the grass so green. To be with Thee was my fondest wish.

I sought Thee on the mountains high, which pierced the clouds and touched the sky.
How cool the breeze that brushed my face.  Dear LORD, I seek Thy face.

I sought Thee in the oceans depth.  How deep, past coral reefs and sand.
I could not reach the place of dreams.  Oh how I've yearned, to touch Thy hand.

I sought Thee in the morning rain, as I lifted my face to glistening drops.
How gently on my face they fell.  Then slid unto the earthen crops.

I sought Thee in the noonday breeze, to hear the echo of Thy voice.
Only hearing the rustling of the leaves, a swaying tree, a gentle noise.

I've sought Thee, LORD, in so many things; a cocoon spun and pretty butterfly wings.
Yet all the while, Thou wast leading me.  Twas in my heart, where I found Thee.
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"Blessed be the GOD and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and the GOD of all comfort, Who comforts us in all our afflictions so
that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted of GOD"  -
II Corinthians 1:3-4
ABORTION-RELATED POETRY FROM THE HEART