Oh, little baby in the womb -
Why has your mother made it your tomb?
It was not meant to be a place of pain and death,
But a place of life, to give you breath.
God the Father could see your tiny hands and feet.
He could see you move and hear your heartbeat.
But the world told your mother a lie,
And now at night God hears her cry.
There’s a longing and aching in her heart.
She desperately wants to have a fresh start.
If God can hold you, Baby, He can hold your mother too...
