Cuddly Cherubs Poem

"He holds the whole world
IN HIS HANDS,
He holds the tiny baby
IN HIS HANDS,
He holds you and me,
brother and sister,
IN HIS HANDS,
He holds the whole world
IN HIS HANDS."

The tiny baby?
With skin so pure and tender;
What a gift! What a great Lender!
Yes, the wee child comes
from Heaven above,
for us to nurture, to guide,
and to love.
We shape its future days
in oh so many ways.
Our babies are a gift and a test.
For Him, will we do our best?

The sperm and the egg meet ...
Is that how we become complete?
No, my friend, the Lord is in charge
of each life born;
How we cause the Sweet One to mourn ...

Abortions galore!
Can we sin much more?
A chubby face, an angelic smile,
teeny toes, a sweet cry
snuffed out in the blink of an eye.
Oh, how Father King must weep
at the disregard for His little sheep.

I ASK YOU, CAN WE SIN MUCH MORE ?

A-M-E-N.