On Good Friday, a 12-14 week pre-born baby was found dismembered outside the Hilltop Women's Facility in El Paso, Texas. For complete information please see this blogpost by Gabriela Federico, a dear friend of mine: Aborted Baby Found in abortion clinic parking lot
Needless to say the unborn baby has not even been given a proper burial. El Paso Police Department will not even tell us where the remains have been placed. Mike Baranay, El Paso Police Spokesman, has said that: "they were disposed of properly." What does he mean by this. I hope he does not mean that they were thrown in the trash like the other countless victims of Hilltop.
A Poem that I found for Joseph Thomas (please note I changed she to he for the purpose):
The Aborted Baby: The Crying Fetus
by Patricia Joan Polhans
I saw Jesus holding 'thin his hands
An aborted baby, killed by man.
He'd done nothing to deserve this fate
Though, in his hands he silently waits
As those came seeking out his young life,
Standing there, all dressed in tainted white.
Whether to live or die was not his choice.
He was never giv'n and alt'ring voice.
He pleaded for his life but no one heard
The screaming cries as his heart was stirred.
Now, he lay lifeless 'thin the Master's hands
This was ne'er his will, and ne'er His plans.
It brought sharp tears to the Father's eyes
For he was a special gift, child of Christ.
Many questions had filled his wee thoughts.
Struggling to live, many answers he sought.
What had he done and what did mom fear,
From a little child that God called dear?
What problems mom had, he knew not of,
As he gazed through precious eyes of love.
Mom 'll never count small fingers 'n' toes,
Nor watch him as he quietly grows.
She'll never know the preciousness of
A child giving her a kiss of love.
What'd he done deserving this horrid fate?
An innocent child, yet, his life they'd take.
Hear his desperate cries! Hear his faint pleas!
"Mama! Mama! Oh, dear Mama, please!"
"I'll be a good boy, I won't ever cry.
I'll even do chores, just don't let me die!"
But only silence filled the Master's hands.
As the child lay lifeless, not breathing 'gain.
Now he'll never look in mother's eyes
As she sings to him sweet lullabyes.
He'll ne'er stroll in the park near his father
Or feel the loving arms of a mother.
Some called him nothing but a fetus
But, now, he lay in the hands of Jesus!
Why did he have to come to this fate?
No help for him now, it's just too late!
Joseph Thomas, I know that I will never forget you, and I hope that your death will open the eyes of all pro-choice individuals to see that your weren't just tissue. You had fingers, toes, arms, legs, and a heart. Although your body was destroyed- You are with God now, and you are safe in His arms.
Needless to say the unborn baby has not even been given a proper burial. El Paso Police Department will not even tell us where the remains have been placed. Mike Baranay, El Paso Police Spokesman, has said that: "they were disposed of properly." What does he mean by this. I hope he does not mean that they were thrown in the trash like the other countless victims of Hilltop.
A Poem that I found for Joseph Thomas (please note I changed she to he for the purpose):
The Aborted Baby: The Crying Fetus
by Patricia Joan Polhans
I saw Jesus holding 'thin his hands
An aborted baby, killed by man.
He'd done nothing to deserve this fate
Though, in his hands he silently waits
As those came seeking out his young life,
Standing there, all dressed in tainted white.
Whether to live or die was not his choice.
He was never giv'n and alt'ring voice.
He pleaded for his life but no one heard
The screaming cries as his heart was stirred.
Now, he lay lifeless 'thin the Master's hands
This was ne'er his will, and ne'er His plans.
It brought sharp tears to the Father's eyes
For he was a special gift, child of Christ.
Many questions had filled his wee thoughts.
Struggling to live, many answers he sought.
What had he done and what did mom fear,
From a little child that God called dear?
What problems mom had, he knew not of,
As he gazed through precious eyes of love.
Mom 'll never count small fingers 'n' toes,
Nor watch him as he quietly grows.
She'll never know the preciousness of
A child giving her a kiss of love.
What'd he done deserving this horrid fate?
An innocent child, yet, his life they'd take.
Hear his desperate cries! Hear his faint pleas!
"Mama! Mama! Oh, dear Mama, please!"
"I'll be a good boy, I won't ever cry.
I'll even do chores, just don't let me die!"
But only silence filled the Master's hands.
As the child lay lifeless, not breathing 'gain.
Now he'll never look in mother's eyes
As she sings to him sweet lullabyes.
He'll ne'er stroll in the park near his father
Or feel the loving arms of a mother.
Some called him nothing but a fetus
But, now, he lay in the hands of Jesus!
Why did he have to come to this fate?
No help for him now, it's just too late!
Joseph Thomas, I know that I will never forget you, and I hope that your death will open the eyes of all pro-choice individuals to see that your weren't just tissue. You had fingers, toes, arms, legs, and a heart. Although your body was destroyed- You are with God now, and you are safe in His arms.
