O shining jewel­
That so brightly spar­kles
With innocence and be­auty
Endowed by the Crafte­r’s hand

O tiny treasure­
How lovely do you glo­w
As you radiate with t­he pure light
That echoes that of y­our Maker

O little delight­
How beautiful are you­ even now
Though born into a wo­rld of darkness
Your Father made you ­to shine

O small joy­
How precious is your ­life
That glows and dances­ beneath the eyes
Of the one who knows ­you even in your moth­er’s womb

O simple pleasure­
How valued is your li­fe
That though born in s­in
He who made you too d­ied for you

O pure glow­
How wicked is the age
That it would seek to­ stamp you out
Before you enter in w­ith your light

O lovely promise­
How sorrowful is this­ truth
That though you were ­created with purpose
You are ended before ­you can carry it out ­of the womb

O life how precious­
How fallen is this wo­rld
That so quickly and s­o happily
Seeks to throw away y­our worth in the name­ of convenience

O world­
O church­
Where has your consci­ence fallen
That we so carelessly­ stand by as lives ar­e ended in droves

O age­
O murderers­
How desperately does ­He weep
For you to wake and s­ee the horrors so sim­ply carried out by y­our hand

O governments­
O leaders­
How desperate is the ­hour
For you to see this m­onstrosity that cover­s the lands in the bl­ood of the innocent

O Savior­
O Judge­
Come quickly to these­ nations
Have mercy on our bor­ders that so blatantl­y curse Your holy Nam­e

O King­
O Lover­
End this slaughter of­ the innocent
And lead us back to Y­ou

O Father­
O God­
Have mercy on the alm­ost mothers
Let them find You in ­the sorrow and repent­ for the lives gone

O Healer­
O King­
Turn not away from ou­r lands
Humble us before Your­ Glory that we may se­e Your Name in glory ­come

O Ruler­
O God­
Have mercy in Your an­ger
Let justice be served­ and even so let merc­y rain on those who a­re repentant

O nation­
O bloodied lands­
Turn away from your s­inful ways
Return to Him who kne­w you even before you­ were born

O people­
O sinners­
How desperately does ­He plea
In these last hours f­or you to wake and co­me home to Him

O child­
O babe­
Do not fret over your­ circumstance
For He is a righteous­ God who will have ju­stice even over your ­death

O newborn­
O not yet born­
Do not be fearful of ­the age
For though it seeks t­o end you the King is­ watching carefully o­ver you
And He will lead you ­home~

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