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Silent Cry Thundering through heaven, shaking tears of anger down, the silent cry of little ones resounds in holy places. The Creator of the universe calls for silence from His throne. Heard now only the sound of weeping, still small faces. Angels stand before their charges,eyes downcast before the Lord. Those they were to have protected slain before their birth. Those who were to have kept and loved them shed their blood o'er all the earth. These gifts of God to love and cherish discarded without a thought. Children whom Jesus had gladly died for. His precious blood had bought. Is there no one who loves them, who broken hearted hears their cries? Who speaks for these murdered children, standing against Satan’s treacherous lies? Can you not hear their silent voices? Surely the Lord of heaven will. His heart breaks for these rejected, and in His grace their cries shall still. Rising from His throne at God’s right hand, the Savior of the world stood, and wept. Lifting each in His arms He kissed them, then in peace the children slept. Silent cries of unborn children, now in the heart of God, await the judgment, when all stand before the throne. Those who harmed these precious children, must stand before God - alone. |
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