A Slice of the Joy

What to do about those babies dyin’? No standin’ aroun’ and cryin’! The likes of Beseda, Brockhoeft and Bray Say, “Hey, there ain’t no way!” When a “clinic bomber” goes to jail He’d rather be there than in hell (Not havin’ all that pain and steamin’; Plenty o’ heat and all that screamin’!) Time in jail for savin’ a baby? Who is it who would say, “Maybe”? While doin’ time, you make rhyme (But with the unsaved, it is a grind; Not the fun of bein’ on the run, The consequence of serving the Son.) Payin’ the price isn’t always nice, But the pleasure of bombing is a slice Of the joy we’ll have up above With the saints who have shown love To the weakest and those in need For whom our Lord did bleed. Save a baby, find a way; Think Beseda, Brockhoeft and Bray. Make it a triple “B” day. Give me a good “Why not!” I say, and if you can’t I say Let’s get it on!

0735 on 6 July, 2022