Gianna Jesson: Evidence of Abortion Survivor

Gianna Jesson :Evidence of Abortion Survivor
A poem for Gianna and the 53 million of unborn aborted.


When you see Gianna
Know this:
she is a SURVIVOR!
she didn’t survive
breast cancer
she didn’t survive
a tsunami
she didn’t survive
a flood,
a fire,
or a car accident
she survived
murder
from the womb
do you applaud
her now?
do you stand
with her now?
that the truth
of her birth
is revealed

She was not wanted

Open the slits
you call eyes
Open the droopy
eyelids
take a sobering
stare
are you blind!
awake
and arise
to see the reality
of death
all around
you
to see the millions
and millions
who didn’t SURVIVE
the executions
that awaited

the ambush
and
betrayals
that awaited
instead of delivery
the slit throats
and crooked forceps
the body bags
that awaited
and the dumpsters
instead of cradles,

Doesn’t anger
rise to crush
the substance
of your soul
for these battered
and bruised
infants
too fragile
too weak
no voice
to verbalize
no power
to defend

Isn’t there Trembling?
Don’t you fear the Lord
Aren’t you afraid you may
be found lacking
in the balance
when He weighs

don’t pray
unless you intend
to rescue
don’t go to the churches
who do nothing
don’t call out
to Jesus if you don’t
want rebuke for this

keep your good intentions
to yourself
don’t fool yourself
don’t ask the Lord to
bless you for murder
don’t expect blessings
when you deserve
His Anger
and His Wrath
His Judgment
and Holy Terror!

don’t ask for peace
when your hands
are filled with violence
don’t hope for better times
a better economy
when innocent blood
stains the pulpits
don’t ask for love,
when you only hate

Gianna stands
in the Presence
of God
a pristine witness
To His Glory!

open faith’s eyes
to see the millions
of victims
the millions
of suffering
tortured
blistered
bruised
crushed
and bloodied
bodies
so fragile
they bore
the weight
of a sin
not theirs

open your hearts
to feel the agony
of rejection
then dismemberment
when you see this woman
see a soul once not born
now the SCREAM
of her generation
Jesus pleads their cause
angels travail
God’s tears
are tsumanis
for the unborn
under execution
like you or I
an umbilical cord
once
tied us to our
mother’s
but unlike you or I
hers was a life
scorned
she was rejected
and despised
burned
to be destroyed
while still living
and breathing
to a life
that threw
salt on her wounds

she needs no womb
her mother’s broken
cervix
she emerged
beyond the valley
of the Shadow of Death
the Shepherd led
her to the still waters
delivering her past
the bloody threshold
He has blessed her
Gianna is beloved
among the strewns
of the rivers of limbs
the valleys pile with
dead babies
irreverently
hatefully
labeled
fetuses
and embryos,
they were living
bodies
of a union

Don’t even deny
God has raised
up a child
from the ashes
of her own death
There is a face
and a name
attached
to the shattered
umbilical cord
Gianna lives
there is a prophet
from the apocalypse

a nation
can no more hide
the evidence
there is a witness
with extermination
numbers seared into
her beating heart
she stands
as a witness
that she was always
alive

2011 m.
misfit1965
(not my image)