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She will never see the beauty of a sunrise
nor pick a flower blowing in the wind.
She will never climb up to sit on Daddy’s knee
never spend a summer day with her best friend.
She will never bake cookies with Mommy
never know what it’s like to be sixteen.
Never share her love with that special someone
never have the family of her childhood dreams.
He will never celebrate his first birthday
you will never hear him call your name out loud.
He will never run across a grassy meadow
or will he be that little boy who makes you proud?
He will never go fishing with Daddy
never have the joy of buying his first car.
He will never get to father his own family
or hear his little boy wish upon a star.
Day by day and one by one we’re killing our future
by the thousands every day across the land.
Can you tell me what has happened to America?
Is there anyone who dares to take a stand?
We have the blood of little children on our hands.
But in heaven God is picking up the pieces
of the countless treasures we have thrown away.
Slowly he’s reshaping and remolding
those precious little helpless lumps of clay.
So lovingly he holds them in his hand.
Only God knows just what they could have been.
Jesus loves the little children
all the children of the world.