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Thoughts and feelings,
Things I want to share.
Somehow I can't find the
words.
My lips fall shut, my pen
stills,
My mind slows the gears squeal.
I can’t quite explain.
This pain, this joy,
This love, this hate,
Words just won’t explain.
When I can’t speak when I
can’t spell,
Please read me heart, know
my thoughts.
I can’t verbalize and I need
You to sympathize.
By anna axmark
3/27/99
Fear, depression, confusion!
I feel so trapped.
Stuck between one who’s disappointed
And one who doesn’t care.
I wrote that story
I wanted to act.
When my hopes and dreams
hit the floor,
The manuscript flew out the
window.
I want to love this friend
I have.
I need to want, I want to
need.
I know You don’t want it.
I want it! Please let me
have.
Do You ever change your mind?
Do You ever say No then Yes?
Will You ever let me have
him?
I want to need, I need to
want or. . .
When I come to my senses
I realize my manuscript will
not return and I am still
a coward.
Hopes and dreams can only
be picked-up by You.
When I think straight,
I know I must give up the
him,
Let him go. Oh it hurts!
I need YOUR help!
By anna axmark
3/29/99
The Fall!
Churning, burning,
spinning yet never turning.
Now your falling into the
void.
Could I have sent you there?
Am I the one to blame?
Was that my finger on the
trigger?
Bang!
Blood oozing
somehow I’m the one bleeding.
My heart for your heart.
The blame for your death?
You choose the path.
You led yourself to the edge.
Am I the one who gave the last push?
By anna axmark
4/6/99
Crazy!
You took
me away today.
I’m crazy you say.
I’m not normal you say.
You stole my life and my
love.
My identity is laying there
Shattered on the floor.
You took me, rung me out,
Hung me up to dry.
Do you care about my life?
Why am I the one who’s crazy?
Look at you!
You with your brand new cars
Your brand name clothes.
You and your big ideas of
authority.
I AM DIFFERENT!
My hair is different My clothes
are different.
But I’m not crazy.
My life is over.
You have murdered me.
Your big ideas have caused
my death.
By Anna Axmark
4/23/99
ME
Just as
Life is hard.
All I want is YOUR will.
Remembering all the mistakes
Even ones YOU forgave.
Diseased of mind
Solace to my soul
Can only come
Of seeing in YOUR Word
The time YOU have prepared
for
This wish I wish to make.
Brother, sister this knot
to unravel
Reasons why you won’t.
Inside my heart I want to
Love.
Somewhere he will see
On my face is written a dream
No one, but YOU will read.
By Anna Axmark
5/16/99
MY heart is pounding
My head is swirling
And I’m thinking
I’m wanting you
Seeing your eyes
See you looking
And I’m wishing
Wishing for something
impossible.
My heart is still hurting
Remembering we tried this
before.
You looking at me
Seeing myself in your eyes.
What are you wanting ?
Seeking me or one behind.
Can’t you see I’m hurting
Wanting you.
My heart is pounding
My head is swimming
And I’m thinking
I’m wanting you.
By Anna Axmark
5/16/1999
My heart is thumping
My stomach churning
My mind in a quandry
I think I want you
I can see your eyes
Your eyes looking at me
That look makes me wish
Makes me wish for impossible caresses
Fresh pain decends
We've been through this coy dance before
Catch my eyes; whirl your words
Close enough to veiw my reflecton
What do you want?
Glance at me or over my shoulder?
Blind to my pain, you tap dance to the tune of my shame
Check yourself in my mirror eyes
My heart is thumping
My stomach churning
My mind in a quandry
I think I want you.
By Anna Axmark
8/24/2002
When confined to small spaces
People change, attempting
to save face.
There isn’t much peace
In a world this small.
Styles get cramped;
Personalities change.
It takes a walk
In the Larger world to see
That we can be
All we want to be.
Each person different,
Each one defined.
Me on my own
Living my life.
NO one but YOU can change
me.
By Anna Axmark
5-17-1999
Verb
People say love is a verb.
But what kind of action do
you want?
Life is sweet, when the people
we meet
Keep the friendships we have
dear.
Lovers never just meat.
It takes a heart for one
who’s dear
To make the lifetime sweet
.
Eyes so deep their secrets
to keep.
Will you let me see the things
you need?
Life isn’t easy as sweet
as it seems.
But you and me and the Holy
Spirit makes three.
So walking down this aisle
today
Giving myself away.
I’m going to meet one that
has become part of me.
At an altar made of wood
I will give more than some
ever could.
People say love is a verb
But what kind of action do
you want?
Meet your best friend
at the Holy place.
The action will complete
a body made of three.
Life is sweet, but remember
Lovers don’t live on just meat.
By Anna Axmark
5/21/1999
And if you keep . . .
Nothing changes
Not one new thing
Another day and I still feel
useless.
Lift me heart and let me
see
Either I need him or You
need me
And if I search for monetary
pleasure
And if I search for momentary
pleasure.
‘Xamine my heart
Mention me to my Father.
Another morning and I’m feeling
better.
Remember not my needs, but
the needs of others.
Keep me ever in your care.
By
Anna Axmark
5/23/1999
Walking down my road
Watching life go by.
Trees with people faces,
Flowers with children voices,
The sun in it’s unending
arc,
All a witness to my trip.
The clouds cover me
The rain pours.
The hot wind comes
Driving it all away as if
from human breath.
Motorized beasts flying past
Everybody wants to win the
race.
I follow my road at my pace.
I’m no t in control
My direction is mapped
My arrival time plotted
All that’s left is for me
to do the walking
Following my savior’s planning.
5-28-1999
by anna axmark
I am tired of fighting
You
The things
I want
Pale in a mighty way
When compared
with You.
I’m letting go
Giving
away all of me .
All my glory is because of
You
Everything I long for is Yours to give..
Bestow Your blessings
As You see fit.
Open and disclose my secrets
With Your hand.
Confine my will
Give me a duty
Draw me to the place
And there I will serve.
5-28-1999
By Anna Axmark
Unending rain
dripping down
every drop a killing stake
to wash away my pain.
knives stab at my heart
letting my soul run out
staining the page upon which
I write
naked, cold and out in the
rain.
drop, drop they prick my
skin
and I’m wonder why I’m here.
Things that mean so
little
hurt so much, driving a bargain
wanting to gain my blood.
this love that feels so lost
leaves a void,
deep endless and dark destroyer.
a place that can only be
filled
by someone seemingly out
of reach.
close to my Master I wish
to walk.
life throws the curves
driving away my joy.
I cling, holding only to
a finger
hope as weak as a child’s
grip
holds me to my Father
and there I find the aid
that guides the bridges across
the pitfalls of my heart.
6-1-1999
By anna axmark
Surrender
Earth ball spinning
Human girl walking.
Girl tripping and falling
Heart to heavy
To let her carry
Everything to Him in prayer.
Feet so easily lifted from
the path
Un-magneted she flies away
Lost for the reason of un-surrender.
Surrender, surrender
Give it up at all cost.
Life is precious
Easier to lose than keep.
Surrender, Surrender
Hands in the air
Isn’t always enough.
Give up your hopes ,
Give up your dreams.
Give it to Jesus He’ll carry
it away
Let the magnet pull you back.
Earth ball spinning
Human boy walking.
Surrender !
Life is so precious
Easier to lose than keep.
6-4-99
anna axmark
Devoid of ambition
Feeling like there is no
love
Watching the birds sing.
Even the sparrow is held
in His hand.
But what dose that mean to
me?
Is my soul a bird
Flitting around
Lost in a world that holds
no praise
Wishing just one more worm
Would come into sight?
The music I make floats in
the air
and falls on dead ears.
The message I bring is un
heard
Maybe the rocks should sing.
6-11-99
anna axmark
You Oh, Lord are my sword
My light
You are the words that I
write
ever and only
You will I praise
Lifting up a song of honor
Laying down all of me
To become nothing,
But all of You
Letting you lift me
Heal and carry my pain.
6/25/99
Anna Axmark
Pain so deep
Buried in my heart
No prying eye will see.
Pain that only tears fulfill
Ripping, tearing, biting
away
Pulling a river of blood
from me.
The secrets I don’t reveal
Killing within me.
Wounds running with
corruption.
Stench driving away
All that would help
Leave me weak, confused,
and out of control
Lead me to the only water
That can cleanse
Heal me!
6-29-99
Anna Axmark
Dearest Friend,
You put me down
Leave me behind
Turn me around
Our of sight
Out of mind.
Your funny doesn’t
hurt
I wish you were Capt. Kirk
But a Trek could never fix
The problems you seem to
reek
Friend were never meant to
act this way.
I’ll consider talking to
you
When you talk to me
But not before. . .
Dearest Friend.
7-10-99
Anna Axmark
Rescued
Swimming in my ocean
Watching waves of pain and
sin
Sweep by my face.
Seeing the gulls fly over
my head,
Mocking my hate and my pain.
Struggling and fighting
Reaching out for what, unknown.
Nobody hears my heart’s deep
cry
I am too far gone for their
reach.
I’m sinking slowly in my
own shame .
Waves crashing
Washing in over my head.
There is no saving
I resign myself to drowning
in the pain.
why would Jesus waste His
time on me?
My head sinks,
As I give up my soul.
The only thing that can take
me,
Is the blood shed on Calvary
My life is spent and down
I sink.
One last attempt
I give up my sin and reach
up as the waves
Crash and break.
My hand brushes wood and
I’m saved by the old rugged
cross
By: Anna Axmark
9/27/99
In loving memory of Ken Ryan,
friend and father to all who knew him.
Now at rest with his Father in heaven.
Running, Running
Fire flaming
Demons chasing
Pain never ceasing.
I can’t find a place for
hiding
It’s all surrounding me.
Small choices that I made
haunting me
I’m still paying
An unending owing
The greatest cost I could
ever pay
Oh, if only I’d listened
Let Jesus chasten
He paid this price
But I could not except
My pride was my deceiver
It caused my fall.
Anna Axmark
Date unknown
Resting
in this place
Rapped in Your arms
Feeling the presence of your
Spirit
Wishing you’d come near
Then you come
Wash my feet
Cleanse my heart
Bring me healing
I cry out
My God,
My Father
Here am I, send me
Take my doubts
Take my fear
Wipe my tears
I need you!
Anna Axmark
7-23-99
I want
to let go
I try to set my heart free
I wish I could let go
This grip I wish to break
Is my heart’s demise
My mind’s release brings
Sweet peace
Until my heart gives a yank
And takes the pain back
For itself
Oh, why won’t I let go.
I have no control
Only you can release me
Break away my chains
Free my heart to reach my
mind.
Let me live.
Anna Axmark
Date Unknown
Twinkle, winkle
Little lights
Winking back at me
Reflecting in my tears
The things I wish I could
see.
My friends on their knees
and their hearts free
My heart breaks to see this
season
Lost on them
Subverted and perverted
My heart cries out
Why can’t they see
Twinkle, winkle
little lights
Hanging on a tree
A tree of evergreen
Covered in blood
And hung with eternal life
Little lights
Shining bright
Showing the light
I’m gonna let mine
shine
Anna Axmark
Christmas 1999
ONE CHOICE
There are two worlds,
Two voices calling,
Two roads that are parting.
There is but one choice,
One person for deciding,
Just one Light for guiding.
Well, here I’m standing,
Here I’m choosing,
Here I follow the Light.
1-10-1999
ON MY FACE
I struggle and I fight,
Flat on my face
I realize that Your grace
Is the only thing that can
lift me out
of this place.
I bend and I break
I can’t keep up with this
pace.
You are my only need
Flat on my face.
I love this world
More than I love You,
But things I want don’t compare
to
what I find
Flat on my face.
12-22-1998
Submission
You say you gave your life
to Me.
You say you love Me.
You say you care.
You say
you gave Me all your heart.
I ask for one simple thing
I ask you to do one small
task.
You plead and you cry
You say, “God I’m not worthy!”
You say you gave Me your life
But do you obey?
If you love Me,
You will show Me.
You say you gave your life
to Me .
But you keep the things that
hurt you most.
Don’t you trust Me?
Submit to Me!
9-27-1998
THE BLOOD
Oh, Blood shed for me
Oh, grace given at Calvary
Strip away my pride.
Steal my want to drive.
I need You, someone bigger
than me,
I can’t live on my
own.
I need You, I want
You!
I don’t want to sin.
I’m fighting a losing battle,
I need you to fight it with
me.
Anna Axmark
I know how your feeling,
because I’ve lost someone
too.
I feel the emptiness you’re
facing,
cause I’m watching the same
dumb show
and crying the same strange
tears.
And then we’re left standing
staring at their grave.
Knowing that their legacy
is ending
and we’re supposed to be
brave.
It’s sure not easy, but not
as hard as you’re thinking.
My friend, you know, suicide
he committed,
and your friend, I know,
he was hit by a train.
For whatever the reason they
left this world
they would want us to carry
on.
Though they’ve left a hole,
it can be filled,
and tomorrow will come and
go.
11/12/01
Anna Axmark
I miss you Jesus,
so softly uttered,
so barely whispered.
But deep down
inside I’m screaming
And my soul is throwing tantrums
in the wind.
You are so near,
right there before
me,
speaking to my heart.
So where was I? Sitting in
this comfort zone waiting
And I heard your voice say
go!
so softly uttered,
so barely whispered,
And so, before You I stand
Hands in the air, breathing
Your name.
12/04/00
Anna Axmark
Tonight I am astounded by
You!
I stand in awe of your beauty
and I revel in your love.
In you I find absolute completeness,
Yet I always desire more.
In you I find my strength,
Yet you turn my thoughts
to other’s needs.
In You I seek a quiet place,
Yet You draw me to the crowds.
In You I find rest,
Yet You send me to the field.
There I find the reason I
am so drawn.
You desire all I have to
give,
While I desire all You have
to give.
Oh Lord, I want You more!
01/10/01
Anna Axmark
Hunger so real, comes raw-edged
craving,
Searching, seeking to find
You in the wind.
Running rampant, my un-loyal
thoughts,
Always find a way to lead
me from your door,
And all I can think of is
how I want You.
With more than I have I cry
out to You;
I am so weak, formless, and
so deeply marred.
But flaws and scars never
stopped You before.
And Your mind has no time
for long past sins
You paid them all on Calvary.
So now I ‘m kneeling here
disgusted with myself
And crying out with
all of me, my breath in gasps
Oh Jesus, Please come near
to me!
11/19/01
Anna Axmark
See, I don't know why I love him.
I don't really understand these feelings,
And I wonder why I even have them.
Cause hey, I'm eighteen and he's twenty.
So we're still too young, I think!
See, I find myself so satisfied in You,
I feel I could live without him.
And then You hand him back to me,
Cause he's the fullfilment of Your promis to me.
So, I'm still ignorant, I guess.
See, he's the best thing in my life.
I see him only as a blessing straight from You,
And yet, I'm torn up inside.
Cause it's still too strange and I just want to hide,
So I drown those emotions in You.
See, no matter how much I run,
I feel You pull me back to him.
And who cares what others say
Cause what do they know anyway?
So I'm still seeking You.
See, these feelings inside me scream and strangle.
I feel so wierd, and I feel so calm,
And what should I tell Dad and Mom?
Cause I'm afraid they'll think we're jumping the gun.
So, where does that leave me?
See, I'm still here seeking You.
I want You more than anyone else
And I know You have a plan.
Cause I'm eighteen and he's twenty
So, we're still too young, I think.
1/11/01
Anna Axmark
See, I wasn't looking for him
He came so unexpected
Slipping in behind my pain
Cause I'd been hurt severly
And boys are mostly all the same
See, I'm comfortable with me
And I'm sufficent for myself.
Yet this sickening cancer of sin never leaves
Cause I really do need to learn to love
And God couldn't know anything about romance.
See, here he comes again
Everybody is pushing me toward him
They point out his astounding virtue
Cause I can't see around my past
And they're only trying to help
See, no matter how far I run
No matter how long I hang on
You gently call me
Cause You say if I would only obey
And I was wrong all along
See, these feelings inside me scream and struggle
I feel so wierd and I feel so calm
What should I tell Dad Mom?
Cause they're afraid I'll get hurt
And maybe this is all too fast
See, I'm depending on You to see me through
I know I heard Your voice.
You plainly told me to love him
Cause You have it all planned out
And You know more about it than parents
See, I told him that I love him
I feel kind of queasy now
Did I do what You wanted?
Cause when love overtakes everything upsets
And I forget You know all about romance.
Anna Axmark
8-24-2002
Anna Axmark
In my soul I long to obey.
To feel his soft touch, to know he's near.
Then in the deep of night
My heart hears the call of the Spirit
Submission form man to God
Anna Axmark
Garden
Rose garden flowers
thorns turned upside down.
Unrequited love does abound
Turmoil of my mind.
How does the soul really find
requite for unanswered love in this unending night?
His voice to soothe my soul
and words to make lids flutter.
Oh, sweet soul, is love really smooth like butter?
Then why do my nights bump and grind
through rocky roads and land mines
till finally all I can see
Will be you saying "Marry me!"
9-05-00
I miss you so, tonight,
and I never used to,
until that night.
when we had our first fight
you opened my eyes to your heart
your every pain for me to see
you proved that your heart was gold
and finally I believed.
believed I could love you
finally knew that I wanted too
and so I sit here
staring into your evyes in this picture here
thinking about your smile
I wonder what your thinking now
I'm praying that someday
our deepest dreams will come true
as in His will we walk forever true
and as my heart softens to love
I miss you more and more,
I miss you so, tonight
Anna Axmark
Rewrite
I miss you so, tonight,
and I never used to,
until that night
when we had our first date
you bared your heart to me
your very pain laid out for me
you proved that your heart was gold
and finally I believed
maybe I could love you
suddenly realized; I wanted to
so I clutch your picture
staring into your eyes
thinking about your smile
I wonder what your thinking now
I'm praying that someday
our deepest dreams will come true
as in His will we walk, forever true
and as my heart softens to love
I miss you more and more,
I miss you so, tonight
Anna Axmark
8-27-02
Oh, what virtue there is in waiting
Oh what beauty,
In refraining from that touching.
How perfect to remain so pure.
Oh, how hard!
Why, my heart cries.
With all of me I want him now
Oh, the longing!
His lips and mine
To him I give to many tiny pleasures.
Oh, my haunting conscience
Comes knocking in the dwelling
Seeping in of regret and guilt.
Oh, my God
I'm hurting now
And this regretting is my own making.
Longing to free my mind
Oh, my soul let go!
To You my God I reach out.
Take my regrets; wash from me my frets.
Oh, on my face I fall
My life, my love
From now on walking in Your steps.
9-15-2000
A young girl’s dreams of love are sometimes far form reality. Emotions swell and words come far to easily when time has not taught a young heart the lessons of life. I was in love once. I spent two years pouring my emotions into a boy, and I carry the scars and wisdom of that relationship. I heard somewhere that the lesson cannot be learned unless you make the mistake. I know how to make mistakes in the love world.
I fell in love with a boy who was all I had ever dreamed of--or so I thought. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He was my best friend, and I thought he liked me for who I was. We spent one summer making great memories, until on the heels of our friend’s romantic wedding, he asked my dad for permission to marry me. My dad said yes. Of course, I said yes. Fathers are supposed to be all knowing and protective.
As soon as he slipped the ring on my finger, the doubts began. The little voice inside my heart started whispering, “You don’t really love him, and you don’t want to marry him.” I squashed its muttering as fast as I could. All the pieces of the puzzle were in place, I met him in the right situation, we were friends for the right amount of time, he said all the right things, and he was the right height. I wanted to marry him.
I look back on the day he proposed and wonder what I was thinking. I was sure I was in love, but the heat of passion burned brighter than the reality of submitting the rest of my life to his care. I can see myself as a little girl, having just experienced a storybook wedding, hungering for someone to put my trust in. I wanted my handsome boyfriend to be the provider of my peace and confidence.
The engagement was doomed. A few of our older, wiser friends asked us if we were sure that marriage was the next step for us. We snickered at their concern and quelled their fears with “We are in love.” We did not have the money to get married, so I started saving money; he kept spending. I stayed away from my guy friends because I was engaged; all of his friends were girls. I talked about commitment and trust; he was interested in a destination for the honeymoon. I loved him because I chose to love him.
Our relationship continued to strain at its ropes. He kept reassuring me that we were meant to be together, but my queasy stomach suggested that there was a prince somewhere in the world to replace this pauper. String after string snapped between us, until I broke down and unveiled my doubts. I said, “I want a break.” He said, “I’ll still be here.” A week later his radically, changed tune struck discord in my heart. He said, “I can’t have a relationship that is anything other than friendship with you. By the way, I’m hooking up with a girl I’ve like for a long time.”
Looking back on the girl I was when the relationship started, and the woman that pain has made me, I see a stark contrast. I was naïve, and my young heart was too easily impressed. I relied on a chain of events to reveal God’s divine will for me. I convinced myself that I had to overlook his grievous faults to prove I really loved him. I took to heart the words that slid out of his mouth without thought. I was impressed by his call into the ministry, although it did not match my calling. I listened to my fickle heart and chose to base my assumptions on passion and not peace.
Today, I am a woman. I have experienced the shredding of my heart, and I have felt the presence of the Healer. I am not sworn against love, because of the failure of this relationship. I am, however, wary of love that is not founded in God’s peace. My emotions dragged me by the neck for two years, yet I have come to see a new image of love. Love is not the passion that clouds the brain with lustful thoughts. Love is not the words that fall from painted lips with slimy ease. Love is not the gentle touch and soft kiss that feed passion, and Love is not disrespectful. Love beats in the deepest part of the soul. Love desires the best of what God has created. Love gives of itself without finding fault. Love is the expression of what Jesus did in my life. Love is the Song of Solomon in real life. Love is sacrifice. Love is respect. Love is trust. Love is obedience. Love is submission. Love is what I can sacrifice for you. Love is more than I have to give, but I will give it anyway.
Abortion:
To Live or not to
Live
Is this really a life growing within me? Is it right for me
to decide whether this lump of tissue will be a human or a mass to be taken
out with the trash? The young mother sits rocking on her bed, wishing that
she could go a month back in time. If only she could change that one night,
she would not be going through this turmoil. Is she right to play God with
the tiny life growing inside her or must she pay the price of her night
of pleasure?
As I began to research
this topic, I realized that several things are true. Both sides are worried
about the same issues, both sides want to give themselves the power that
only God holds, and neither side is very convincing.
With all other moral
and political issues I am very conservative, and abortion is no different.
I believe that abortion is murder and that life begins at conception. Everyone
wants to define what life is and who should have the right to life. They
scream, protest, lobby, riot, and commit terrible acts of violence, and
get their cause nothing but negative attention. They only spur those
who were thinking of joining the other side, whichever it may be, away
from them with greater speed.
I said earlier that
I believe that life begins at conception. I do not believe that the embryo
is a person until the spinal cord has sealed and the fetus can no longer
split into twins. Still once I have decided what I believe, what difference
does that make. I have come up with my definition for a small little word
that has some of the most intelligent men tongue tied. I have come to the
conclusion, what is the next step? Do I climb to the roof and begin to
shout that everyone woman who chooses abortion is a sinner and is going
to straight to hell? The answer to that is an emphatic no!
The young mother you
met earlier, is a friend of mine, she was married at the age of seventeen
her daughter was almost a year old at that time. When she first found out,
she was pregnant she considered abortion, but could not bring herself to
it because she knew she had a baby growing inside her. It would have
been so much easier to end the pregnancy and go back to being a teenager,
but she chose to have the baby. Because of that choice, she has a
beautiful six year old daughter whom she would not trade for the world.
Because of my personal
beliefs and faith, I would not under any circumstances have an abortion.
I want to share with you my reasoning and you can take it or leave it.
This issue is so dear to my heart that I will share it the same way I share
my faith. This is what I believe, it is the Truth and I will not lie to
you. The decision is left in your hands, do with it what you will.
I believe that when
a man and woman decide to make love they must take responsibility for what
happens afterwards. In the case of rape and incest I still would not have
an abortion. I believe in a God who does not make junk. He has a purpose
for that little life. If the emotional turmoil is to much for the mother,
put the child up for adoption.
It concerns me to see
how selfish our society has become. If something benefits us, it must be
okay, and if asked to use self control, we give a blank stare and the we
do whatever we planned. Abortion is a product of the attitude that whatever
feels good, do it. If there happens to be a waste product such as
a baby, get rid of it. So many couples are longing to have children, but
are unable. Consider how many of the couples could have children if just
¼ of the babies aborted last year were allowed to live.
In the case of disability,
I again return to the standard, “My God does not make junk!” Abortion is
a copout. A mother decides she cannot handle a baby with Down Syndrome,
and so she suddenly becomes God and kills it because it might “scar her
emotions.” We as Americans are so weak and selfish that we fail to see
past the end of our own noses.
Abortion is the ultimate
in selfishness. We use it to rid ourselves of mistakes, to cover-up our
activities, and hide from the monster within ourselves. Women do have a
choice but it is not whether or not to have an abortion. The choice comes,
before the clothes come off. If you cannot take responsibility for you
actions, then get some really good birth control. Or if you are a little
more old-fashioned stick an aspirin between your knees and hold it there,
you will not get pregnant that way.
We are not gods. We
were never meant to make a decision on abortion. Some say that the Bible
is strangely silent on the issue of abortion, although it was common in
the time of the New Testament. However, in the Ten Commandments God said,
“Do not MURDER!” that settles it, once was enough. Abortion is murder!
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