Small life in the silent womb

   Who will hear your cry?

Are you conscious of your doom

   Destined now, to die?

What’s life worth – it’s value, price?

    What is less or more?

 Whose then do we sacrifice

     Or hasten to restore?

How much light, this little ember,

   Would you give if you could choose

To live a life fit to remember?

But helpless of your choice – you lose!

Flicker of a little flame

   Snuffed within the womb,

God hears your cry and feels your pain

   And rescues from this tomb.

He hears you cry; He feels your pain.

   His love will set you free.

O little one without a name

    You’ll have eternity.