Hear Their Cry

They say, "The good is the enemy of the best." . K.C. captures that concept in the poem he wrote below. It is an indictment of pastors and preachers everywhere. It is an indictment of pew-sitters as well. Thanks, K.C., for allowing us to share your poem with the world, Christian and non-Christian.

(DON’T) LET THE BABIES DIE

by Karl C. Priest


Oh, pastor or preacher, please hear the pre-born babies cry.
Once a year you spend one hour with a sign along the street.
But, the Chain of Life won’t make your obligation complete.
For other days you close your heart and let the babies die!

You’re very busy building your church and trying to multiply.
The pews are padded and there's a plush carpeted floor.
It makes no difference the name hanging over your church door.
Your heart is on attendance and offering--while the babies die!

You have conferences with power-points about the sweet by-and-by.
There are trips, concerts, plays, and lots of covered dish dinners.
You have a hi-tech sound system and sports teams of winners.
People are pleased at all of the church fun--while the babies die!

Oh, pastor or preacher, please loosen your nice bright neck-tie.
Get down on your knees and pray for God’s Mercy and Grace.
To warn mothers-to-be and close every evil killing place.
Please, open your heart and don’t let the babies die!