Within the place that doubles as a home,
That soft, protective shell we call the womb,
There grows a life. God is the one who knits,
Forming each and every one in greatness
and wisdom, developing uniqueness.
We know this little seed has a Sower.
Every particular fashioned by him,
Every life precious - so how heartbreaking
Is it when we then proclaim rejection
Because some particular did not fit
What the world calls perfection?
Where have you seen life treated as precious?
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