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| Miss Malerie Estes |
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Introductory text for our new pro-life song - “Let Me Be Born”
As a way of introducing the theme of our
next song, I would like to read to you a short letter that was published as a “letter to the editor” in several
Catholic newspapers some months ago. It is titled “America's Other War”.
Dear Editor:
March 19, 2008, was the 5th anniversary
of the start of the Iraq war. Numerous news accounts noted that 3,990 U.S. military personnel had died in this war so far.
These reports, however, tell only half the story. They don’t tell about America’s other war, a silent war in which
the causality figures, as of that date, were numerically the same, almost 4,000 killed in Iraq in five years, and almost 4,000
killed each and every day in America’s domestic war against the unborn child.
One article quoted a person as saying,
“Most of the guys over there believe in what they are doing and want to be there,” and this is true. But I would
ask, what about all the aborted babies who will never have the opportunity to “want to be there,” never have the
chance to “answer the call” to serve their country? How often do we remember these casualties?
The men and women who died in
Iraq died with honor and will long be remembered for their bravery. They knew why they were there and it was their choice
to sacrifice their lives for their country. But the innocent child had no choice, and knew not why he or she had to die. We
only know that they died without honor and are remembered by almost no one, no one but a grieving young woman and God.
At least the families and loved
ones of our fallen heroes have pictures and happy memories to help them ease the pain of their loss; and they also have the
praise of their country to remind them of the courage and valor shown by their sons or daughters.
On the other hand, the young
“mother-to-be”, who was deceived or pressured by our culture into killing her unborn child, has none of this.
She, like the innocent child she lost, is forgotten by our society. The abortion industry that championed her “right
to choose” remembers not its victims. Now that the deed is done and the bill is paid, she is nothing more than a number
on a bank deposit slip.
Each
abortion usually leaves two casualties behind, one dead, one wounded; sometimes the count is two dead. For the surviving “mother-no-longer-to-be,”
the pain and suffering is just as great, if not more so, as those who have lost a loved one in battle. But in this war, she
receives no consolation from her country: no Taps will be played in honor of the child she will never see; no flag that draped
the coffin can be hers; no Medal of Honor to proudly display; no photographs or happy memories. All she receives is the abortionist’s
statement, which is stamped: “paid in full.”
Many people complain that the Iraq war is senseless,
but do they ever consider the senselessness of the abortion war? Adolph Hitler killed six million people in the extermination
camps of Nazi Germany. The toll in America’s abortion camps now stands at nearly 50 million dead. As Fr. Pavone
says: "Silence always helps the oppressor and never the oppressed". Why then are we so silent? This
last part should learned and given, more or less, in the speakers own words instead of just reading it.
And so my friends, with these thoughts in mind, I (we) would like to sing for you a new pro-life song.
It was written to help educate young people about the evils of abortion and to refute some of the more common misleading pro-choice
slogans: “it’s my body”; “it’s my choice”; it’s just a blob of tissue, not a baby,
etc.
The song is basically an imaginary conversation between a little baby in the womb, and it’s mother.
The baby overhears it’s mother talking about having an abortion and decides it’s time for a serious “mommy-baby”
talk. As the song progresses, we see that the baby is really talking to all of us: asking us to pray for an end to this scourge
on our nation; asking us to proclaim, to all the young people, the truth about abortion. The baby in this song represents
all babies whose “mommy’s” may be considering an abortion; it is speaking for all those unborn children
who are unable to say: "mommy, I want to live”.
It’s sort of a cute little song, but, on the other
hand, it is also a very serious song, because there is nothing “cute” about the death of an innocent child.
The song is titled “Let Me Be Born”, and I (we) hope you will like it.
“Let me be born” Lyrics
V1
I came into being on a day I don’t know,
and in
a few months mommy started to show.
I heard her say, “now should I do”.
looks like it’s
time, to get rid of you.
I said dear mommy, won’t you let me stay?
Please let me live to see the
light of day.
With fear in my heart, that soon I’d be dead,
I whispered in her ear, and this is what
I said.
I’m a child not a choice so let me be born.
I’m a baby in the womb, not an object of scorn.
I’m a gift of God from the Heavens above;
so let me be born, and I’ll give you lots of love.
V2
I’m a baby
not a blob as some folk’s say,
so please don’t take my life away.
I know right now things are
looking bad,
but give me life, and you’ll surely be glad.
I’ve got little hands and feet, and
their really neat;
my little heart beats with a sound so sweet.
I’ve got fingers and toes,
and a pretty little nose,
just like the image, on the ultra-sound shows.
Cause I’m a child not a choice
so let me be born.
I’m a baby in the womb, not an object of scorn.
I’m a gift of God from the
Heavens above;
so let me be born, and I’ll give you lots of love.
V3
Some folk’s say that their body
is theirs,
but that’s not the word from the Man upstairs.
He gave us our bodies to do His will,
so
don’t take me, to that abortion mill.
4000 babies die each day,
while the innocent child has no say.
We can’t let the devil win this fight,
so down on your knees, and pray with all your
might.
Cause I’m a child not a choice so let me be born.
I’m a baby in the womb, not an object of scorn.
I’m a gift of God from the Heavens above;
so let me be born, and I’ll give you lots of love.
V4
God said to Moses, “thou shall not kill”.
He wrote it in stone on the side of a hill.
He gave us 10 commands, to know right from wrong, so please dear mommy, won’t you heed this song.
The fifth commandment is very plain,
it’s
a serious sin, to have a baby slain.
But so many people don’t know the truth,
so proclaim this message,
to all the youth.
That I’m a child not a choice so let me be born.
I’m a baby in the womb, not an object of scorn.
I’m a gift of God
from the Heavens above; so
let me be born, and I’ll give you lots of love.
I’m a gift of God from the Heavens above.
I came
to you on the wings of a dove.
I’m a precious little angle just waiting to be.
All I ask of you, is
please love me.
All I ask of you, is please let me "be". ( Note, "be" - as come into being)
“O please dear mommy, won’t you let me be born”? (Spoken with a sad, pleading look on your face, no
music)
END
Copyrighted 2008 All rights reserved.
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