This is Jonathan. 22 weeks old. Burned Saline Abortion.

Our Voice and Our Cry.

Your hands created me, they molded me.
They made my tiny toes and my little nose.
Yours hands crafted my face
to be a reflection of your image who gives me grace.
Your hands molded me in my mommy’s womb.
You crafted me to shine brighter then the moon.
You knew my name even before time began.
You know the days of my life span.
You know the hour when I’m to come into this world.


So why aren’t they letting me through?
Daddy’s taking mommy into a dark room.
It’s full of doctors, it looks like doom.
Mommy’s asking questions like “will this hurt?”
Doctors tell her “only a little but be alert.”

I am twenty-two weeks old.
I have a heartbeat, and so far the world seems cold.
I am alive and don’t want to die.
Yet no one seems to care about me.
No one believes I have precious feet.

I wish someone would change my mommy’s mind
and let me stay alive.
Everyone’s telling her it’s okay to murder
it’s not a baby anyway.

Yet I am! I am a baby.
I am a baby boy.
My name is Jonathan.
I am not a toy. Please don’t beak me.
Just let me live!
I am a gift from God can’t you see?
Don’t you love me?

But it’s too late.
They can’t hear my little voice.
They have already made their choice.

I’m looking at mommy from up above.
She looks so sad.
She just wants love.
Daddy left her empty and cold.

She just wants someone to hold her
And tell her its okay.
It’ll get better day by day.

I’m in God’s hands now.
The one that created me
And makes me glad.

There are a lot of us babies here in heaven.
So many of us it’s too hard to count.
So many stories of hurt and pain.
Jesus’ face is tear stained.

All of our mommies are hurt from the choice they made.
But Jesus has come to save!

So someone please be our voice!
Tell people they are making the wrong choice.
Tell our mommies its okay.
And they will see us again one day.

Tell them how to get here to us.
Tell them about Jesus!
Tell them how He bore their pain.
And how He’s coming again!

Tell them their babies are waiting for them to come
and live with Him.
Be our voice and our cry.
Tell people abortion hurts two lives.
We feel the pain and our mommies do too.
So tell them to stop and let us through.

So please stand side by side.
Fight for what is right.

Be our voice and Be our cry.

~Deserie Munoz.