The Child Unborn


God cares for all the children who never see the light

Who never experience sadness or feel the dark of night

Who never smell the flowers or climb trees great and small

Who never see the sun set or gaze at towers tall

Who never feel the chilly wind or tread on snowy hill

Who never hear the birds sing like other children will

But they’ll see heaven’s glory the streets all paved in gold

They will feel peace forever just like we all were told

They’ll be there long before we will they’ll never feel the scorn

These are the little souls of God who never will be born.

-Leah McJunkins

Guardian of Truth XL: No. 22, p. 22
November 21, 1996