A Slice of the Joy
What to do about those babies dyin’?
No standin’ aroun’ and cryin’!
The likes of Beseda, Brockhoeft and Bray
Say, “Hey, there ain’t no way!”
When a “clinic bomber” goes to jail
He’d rather be there than in hell
(Not havin’ all that pain and steamin’;
Plenty o’ heat and all that screamin’!)
Time in jail for savin’ a baby?
Who is it who would say, “Maybe”?
While doin’ time, you make rhyme
(But with the unsaved, it is a grind;
Not the fun of bein’ on the run,
The consequence of serving the Son.)
Payin’ the price isn’t always nice,
But the pleasure of bombing is a slice
Of the joy we’ll have up above
With the saints who have shown love
To the weakest and those in need
For whom our Lord did bleed.
Save a baby, find a way;
Think Beseda, Brockhoeft and Bray.
Make it a triple “B” day.
Give me a good “Why not!”
I say, and if you can’t I say
Let’s get it on!
0735 on 6 July, 2022
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