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"
THE MASTER
by Eva Marie Stover

I can see the Jordan River,
A sailing ship, transfiguring now in sight.
I can see the Master,
With outstretched hands, beckoning to me this night.
I am slowly sinking, deep waters,
I cry for help, 
"LORD, please take my hand!"
With smiling face He gently lifts me,
Towards the warmth of the sun; the Promised Land.
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"Blessed be the GOD and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Fat her 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