Sitting here beneath the awning, listening to the pitter-patter
of the rain should be so very peaceful.
But what is that tearing at my heart?
The sense of peace has disappeared and been replaced by pain.
Are those raindrops that I see? I no longer think so.
Where has the soft and gentle rainfall gone?
With each passing moment, I feel more and more uneasy.
The noise becomes deafening - what does it all mean?
Faintly, I hear it - a tiny voice in the wind - crying out to be heard.
As the minutes slowly pass, the voice is joined by another and another.
Soon the voices become millions calling out to me,
"Who will cry for the children?"
Suddenly it all becomes so very clear.
As the tears begin to flow freely down my face,
I hear myself screaming out into the wind...
"Choose me to be your voice - Choose me to help you live!"
What once fell from the sky as simple drops of rain have now joined with my tears.
My eyes are now wide open, ready to see what is right before me.
Thousands of raindrops pass before my eyes,
But that is no longer what I see.
Each and every raindrop reflects the image of a child.
And suddenly I realize I am looking upon God’s Teardrops
As He cries out for every unborn child who will never be.
No longer does the pitter-patter of the rain upon the roof bring me peace.
All I can hear now is the pitter-patter of the feet of little children
who were never given life.
Join me as I "Choose to be the voice - as I choose to help them live!"
One teardrop at a time we can replace the cry of the children with the love
that is their lives.
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