The Haunted Picture

I see the flash of lightening and the clash of thunder
Why do we destroy a child of God I only wonder,
The Ink Pen on the table beckons for me to write
About the end of abortion on this rainy night,
I know I was lucky to had been given up for adoption
As I am happy to be alive to share this option,
A haunting picture of a small boy among the Roses
His smile of thanks for his life that he shows us,
 in my church voices pray out against abortion
Seeking a non violet way for a amiable solution,
To convey the message of life for a new day
The Virgin Mary speaks to me in her lovely poetic way