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"
MAYBE TOMORROW
by Eva Marie Stover

Smiling faces, plastic faces, making believe that all is well.
Tear-stained pillows, broken-hearted, full of secrets, yet none to tell.
Yes, I love them.  I long to hold them. I long to tell them I love them so.
But maybe someday, maybe one day, the courage will come to let them know.

Another year has come and gone by.  Another year and still no sound.
Maybe one day, maybe someday, yet tear-stained pillows still around.
Maybe one day, maybe someday, a heart full of secrets will utter its sound.
Is there time left to let them know?  Maybe tomorrow.
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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