Psalm Of The Unborn by Jeff Callaway
Psalm Of The Unborn By Jeff Callaway Texas Outlaw Poet "And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: And they cried with a loud voice, saying: How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and revenge our blood?" — Revelation 6:9-10 We are not a position. We are not a debate. We were knit together in the secret place, the dark holy chamber where God does His best work and no campaign contribution can reach, and then somebody decided we were a choice. Say the number aloud. Seventy-three million. Every year. Every calendar year since someone decided convenience outranks the image of God. Two hundred thousand a day. Not soldiers. Not criminals. Not the old and spent. Children. Each one arriving in eternity before the first breath ever came — each one carrying unique DNA from the very moment the cell divided, a code no one has ever carried before, a code no one ...
