Post Abortion Healing Support
Rebecca Colquitt
(POEM) The Acquittal - God's Infinite Mercy
Fri Nov 16 11:12:01 2001
In a far away place and a different time
I killed my child, a most heinous
crime.
The state didn't come, and I didn't stand trial.
Judge Blackmun was calm when he said with a
smile,
"Killing is legal, say we the High Court.
But don't call it murder. Just call it "abort."
The judge
in my heart would not let the case rest.
I had no defense when once put to the test.
Found guilty I was by my
heart's Supreme Court.
"Your murdered your baby!" they screamed in retort.
With tears on my cheeks it was too
late, I knew
to bring back the life of the child I once slew.
The gavel slammed down, and it rang in my head,
"You're guilty as charged, and deserve to be dead."
"We now give you torment to pay for your sin,"
was the
sentence passed down from my own court within.
"You will never escape. Your're branded. Don't hide.
Your just due
is death. You should try suicide."
I was beaten in prison by daily attack.
I was paying a debt, so I never
fought back.
No hope of escaping, and this I knew well.
I cried out to God from my own self-made hell.
That day I met Jesus. He smiled in my face.
He said, "I forgive you. Come walk in my grace."
"Lord, I believe you
forgive me and yet,
Blameless you are. Can you pay for my debt?"
"And Lord, please don't touch me for I am
unclean.
I'm filthy with murder, a most wretched being."
I poured out my story. He showed no surprise.
I gazed
up with awe at the love in His eyes.
He said, "I paid for your crime,
Yes, nailed to a tree.
There's no
comdemnation if you'll trust in me.
I took on your blame, and your curse on my soul
so you may be free without
judgement, and whole."
I sputtered, "Dear Lord, where's the justice in this?
I killed my own child, and you
offer me bliss?"
Tears blurred my vision, yet there in His face
were eyes of compassion, blue oceans of grace.
I thought to myself, "Now the past has been buried?
I'm free of the guilt that for years I have carrried?"
He said to accept. It's a gift that is free.
This is atonement, not justice for me!
My judge was
dismissed, my accusers, and jury.
The truth of His love made them leave in a fury.
He smiled, "Walk with Me and
come learn My way,"
and grasping His hand I began a new day.
By Karen Sullivan-Ables