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"
TILL I REACH MY HEAVENLY HOME
by Eva Marie Stover

Lord, how I thirst for Your Holy  presence, in a land, so hot and dry.
How I long to taste of Your Spirit, give me drink or else I die.

Cause, once more, the blooming roses, to arise through barren ground.
Fill me with Your sweet aroma let your love, in me abound.

Lead me on, sweet blessed Savior.  I, a pilgrim, am Your own.
Pressing onward, ever upward -- till I reach my heavenly home.
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"Blessed by 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