Life isn’t always black and white. It’s messy, unpredictable, and always dramatic. Things happen when you aren’t ready for them and people watch as you try and decide how to handle everything. It’s an everyday occurrence. You try to figure out life, while people surround you, with popcorn in hand, ready for a show they can talk about for years.

The beauty of being a child of God is the fact that we don’t have to make those decisions on our own. We listen, watch, and wait as He guides us. It’s not always an easy decision to follow through with, but knowing it comes from the Creator of the universe makes it worth the fight.

Some decisions though, we don’t even have to listen, watch, and wait. We simply have to read. He’s already written in Scripture some simple do’s and don’ts of life. One of those being, do not murder. Abortion is murder. In society today, women and politicians are fighting for the rights of women, but who’s taking the stand for the life they’re ending?

When is a child a person

And who has the right to decide?

Who has a choice in the matter?

Who gets to lift their cry?

Is it politicians or mothers

With the gavel in their hand?

They’re screaming for their rights, not others

Others unable to take the stand

The stand is a place of justice

Lifting voices that want to be heard

Women take it proudly,

Thinking justice is what they deserve

But who defines justice

For the woman on the stand?

She thinks she stands alone

But inside there’s a small hand

A hand that can’t be lifted

A voice that can’t be heard

Lies within her belly

Praying she’ll fight for what he deserves

She screams about her rights

The future she has ahead

But her baby has a future

That won’t take place if he’s dead

That’s the truth of the stand

The end is life or death

Is she fighting for her freedom

Or should she be accused of his life’s theft?

At the stand where she speaks

She begs to keep her life

Choice demanded, rights abandoned

He never got to fight

As a voice I fight for him

For him I lift my hand

His life is a reason to fight

For his freedom I take the stand

Law says the choice is the mother’s

The gavel is in her hand

But I pray she’ll stand with me

As I fight for her little man

When the mother won’t fight the fight, the fight is ours. Take the stand. Lift your voice. Raise your hand. Avidly fight for the lives that are so often silenced. Respect the future of a mother, while fighting for the future of the child. God has a plan and a purpose for the child, just like He does for that mother. Fight for them both, showing them the hope that comes in Jesus Christ. We don’t always understand His plan, but it’s always the most beautiful one in the end.