Little Hands
(Recently a wonderful young woman shared this poem with me. Her drawing touched my heart. I would like to share her words and art with you today.)
Little hands and little feet
God’s creation simple ‘n sweet.
Beautiful children under His care
Specifically created – every last hair
Harm should never come to one so small
But who would have guessed, he’d never grow tall.
He was an inconvenience.
He was an embarrassment.
He was a hindrance.
They disregarded his brilliance.
He was torn from the womb.
Without a second glance.
He had no choice.
He gets no second chance.
~
(drawing and words by Miranda L., 2014)
Heidi Viars 
This connects with me deeply. Precious, precious little ones. Precious, precious moms trying to escape. And a good deal of lies and misinformation surrounds it all. Heartbreaking. Redeemable, still. ❤
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My son’s girlfriend wrote it. I will pass your comment on to her. It will thrill her to know, God used it! Thank you!
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Thank you for sharing this with us Heidi. God bless you and yours today.
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Thanks so much for your comment. I will pass it on 🙂 Blessing to you, dearest Debbie!
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Thanks for sharing this Heidi. Every life matters to God, no matter how young.
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Thanks so much, Hannah. I will pass your words of encouragement on!
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Heartbreaking…thank you for Truth today. And the sacredness of life.
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Thank you, Diana!!! I will make sure Miranda knows her words were an encouragement.
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Such a horrible evil is abortion. One God cannot dismiss. I love the perspective of the poem, from that of the infant. Yes – it is a baby! Thanks Heidi
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Thank you, Sue! I will pass your comment on to Miranda!
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Beautiful drawing and heartbreaking poem.
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Thank you, Rene. I will let Miranda know.
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