Who, are these many countless ones,
these soul’s, without number,
Those, not rocked in loving arms,
as they sweetly, slumbered,
Those coldly slaughtered, in the shelter,
of the wombs, hallowed place,
Long before, light ever once,
could shine, upon their face,
‘Who’, calmed their little hearts,
and displaced, all their fears,
‘Who’, wiped away their pain,
and dried, their sea of tears,
‘Who’, picked them up,
and gave to them, His eternal peace,
‘Who’, made a place for them,
where life in Him, will never cease,
‘Who’, weeps for them,
AND, for those who coldly harmed them too,
Our Dear Lord, So tell me friend,
does that knowledge, surprise you?
c.d.m. 8-31-10
