beauty of innocence

take me back to the 

places i knew so well

when i was young

but now my mind and heart 

have filled with such a grief

i almost forget to remember

the joy and beauty

i have known 

and the innocence

that childhood was.

sunburned faces,

freckles on fair cheeks

a little girl playing make believe

under her tree.

waking to 

the sound of heavy raindrops

on metal roofs.

storms in the middle of august

nights without electricity,

a room filled with 

loved ones,

familiar faces

and sillhouettes 

shown in the candle light.

walks on dusty desert roads

in the last traces of the 

dying crimson and gold

southern sunsets.

evening cricket sounds in the twilight 

sleeping under a blanket of village stars

as the silver moon rises.

the sound of laughter

her young voice

singing love songs to the savior

dead on that tree;

bleeding out His love

for our eternity.

blue eyes 

and rosy red, freckled skin

the contrast of 

dark hands and chocolate eyes

best friends

with two little girls

living amongst so much poverty.

learning young that genuine hearts

are worth so much more than

any wealth or money;

the heavy weight of 

compassion

is the true mark of 

a heart yearning

to be like Jesus.

hot dirt on her bare feet

white blood, native tongue

fearless one.

the simple life of a child

yet unaware of this 

world's sin and cruelty.

what would i say to you now?

stay innocent a little while longer,

for soon you'll learn

this world is not a painless place.

though there's beauty,

there is enough sorrow to drown in.

you'll learn, love that words

are often used as weapons, 

and your fighters heart will not

make it through without some

serious battle scars.

you'll have wounds that

make you weak for the pain,

but you'll learn to 

hear the healers voice 

through your surrender,

in giving Him the 

dead weight 

burden of all your grief and sin.

do not forget the beauty

 that innocence was,

the redeemer will restore 

all that was broken.

to have a voice

if they had a voice

what words would

they choose to say

to their mothers

whose bodies mourned the loss

of the life they'd carried,

though they refused to acknowledge

the evidence 

of their children 

lost because 

the lie society fed them:

that selfishness will somehow return

the favor 

that it will bring happiness

and 

a better life 

if they choose to do what's 

best for them

when truly what's best 

for a mother is to realize

what a gift 

she's been given

no matter her walk of life

or circumstance.

if their hearts 

begin to beat 

in perfect sync to the 

woman carrying them

at merely five weeks,

how can you say that it's not a baby

if her body feels it's absence 

long after 

it's life has been taken away?

I wonder, what kind of orphanage

there is in heaven,

for certainly,

Jesus holds all those

lost for this world's 

worst demonstration

 of where

the moral line is never drawn

by those no longer living 

with a fear of Him.

oh, my heart weeps

at the sight of our nation

awash in this horrific,

deep burgundy color of

 the blood

of the

 innocent lives

we've taken 

with no remorse.

do they feel any guilt? 

i think that they do.

their bodies know so perfectly

what their minds 

won't allow them 

to embrace.

the pain and the sorrow

is so much greater

a burden 

for the women

than even for these

innocent children,

for the young never fully knew

the deep sin of this world

in any way except for the 

very life that was stripped

from them;

they are indeed in a 

much better place.

my heart weeps 

a second time for the women,

the ones who do not even know

they are mothers.

their souls carry the weight 

of their children 

long after they've left them

though they'll never accept

that this is the sorrow 

in them.

do they know?

that the greatest healer

already knew the gravity 

of their sin when 

he begin to create the 

very precious life 

within them?

maybe this massecre is the blood

poured over our nation

that will begin the return of our savior,

Israels redeemer.

for certainly it's a public 

display of godlessness, 

a manifiestation 

of the evil they see as good,

all the while 

not realizing that to live for oneself,

is the quickest road to death.