(Based in part on Psalm 139:13-15, Jer. 1:5)
I was formed in my mother’s womb,
Fearfully and wonderfully made.
From the moment of my conception,
My groundwork was carefully laid.
Disguised as an angel, Satan entered the scene.
My mom listened to his voice.
He whispered, “Kids are a burden,”
Then offered her a choice.
My mission from God went unfulfilled,
His plan for me was thwarted.
Not one of my days came to be,
For my mother had me aborted.
Mom now grieves her decision,
While Satan gloats from his lair.
Though I am in heaven, safe in God’s arms,
Mom’s arms have been left bare.
Becky Overturf Wall
