One More Chance

Author: Anonymous


What shall I say this judgment day I stand before the throne? He knows my every thought and deed And I am all alone.

I stand transfixed, my soul exposed I cannot look away. His eyes search mine with kind intent And He begins to say,

"I set before you life and death, Which one did you then choose? I told you I would judge on this Your soul will win or lose.

The slaughter of the innocent, Abortion in your land. A test so plain you had to see, The "Choice" was in your hand.

Son of Man, you're not a beast, I made you free not wild. Freedom should never reach so far That you can kill your child.

America, the people rule. How did you stand and vote? The man you sent to speak for you, He wore a blood drenched coat.

He said you really didn't care. You turned your head away. He said you'd go along, With whatever he would say.

He launched into a diatribe Of rhetoric and lies. He never once acknowledged that Each time a baby dies.

With passionate intensity, He shouted "Rights" and "Choice." Surely he must realize The child has no voice.

How could you say you did not know? You must have heard the roar. The battle raged for twenty years, The blood ran past your door.

By your silence you condoned The sacrilegious deed. You cowardly allowed the man To kill the sacred seed.

You were my friend, I needed you, I sealed you with my crest. I weep for you, you did not pass, It was the final test."

I stand here mute. He turns away. I see the demons dance. My soul cries out in agony, "Please give me one more chance."