J.M.J.
J.M.J.
THOU SHALT NOT KILL
THE GROUND IS STAINED WITH BLOOD YOU SPILLED
OF THE UNBORN THAT YOU HAVE KILLED.
THOU SHALT NOT KILL WAS GOD’S COMMAND;
YOU CHANGED HIS LAW BY YOUR OWN HAND.
THE GROUND IS TURNING CRIMSON RED
FROM THE BLOOD OF VICTIMS LEFT FOR DEAD.
NEED MORE BLOOD CREST THIS SURGING TIDE
BEFORE THE SINS OF MAN SUBSIDE?
ALL THE UNBORN YOU SACRIFICED
NOW LIVE WITH MY SON, JESUS CHRIST.
BUT EACH AND EVERY PERPETRATOR
WILL FACE THE WRATH OF HIS CREATOR.
MY SON HAD DIED THAT ALL BE SPARED;
HIS LOVE WITH EACH OF YOU HE SHARED.
EACH DROP OF BLOOD FOR YOU HE SHED
FROM THE CROWN OF THORNS THAT PIERCED HIS HEAD.
PRAY, MY DEAR CHILDREN, PRAY EACH DAY
FOR ALL THE SOULS THAT WENT ASTRAY.
MY TEARS ARE SHED FOR THEIR GREAT LOSS,
THE GIFT MY SON LEFT AT THE CROSS.
“THY WILL BE DONE”
11-19-1995