Jesus Loves Them

Words and Music by R. Warnock © 2003

His execution day was fair and warm in early Fall
No words were said in his defense, no trial, no witness called
Slaughtered without cause in a world that knows no shame
He was given no rights, no mercy and no name
The place that God designed to be the safest on this earth
Tucked away inside our mothers, warmly cradled until birth
Has become a place of torture in the name of freedom’s choice
He was murdered in his infant sleep, a victim with no voice.

He needs a chance to be defended
How long will we pretend that we don’t see?
It’s easy to feel sad, it’s harder to speak out
But Jesus loves that baby just as He loves you and me.

She trembles at the clinic and her words turn into sobs
She really does love kids but has no husband and no job
She’s out of luck and friends, and she could use a decent meal
How would she raise a baby?  The nightmare seems unreal.
The nurse says, “Don’t you worry dear, now let me just explain
This procedure is so simple, and of course it’s more humane
Than bringing it into the world to live in poverty.”
And so the child is put to death, it’s the only choice she sees.

She needs a chance to see that someone cares
How long will we pretend that we don’t see?
It’s easy to condemn, it’s harder to reach out
But Jesus loves that woman just as He loves you and me.

At nine o’clock this morning he delivers a baby boy
The proud exhausted father grins, the mother weeps for joy
The doctor smiles and takes his leave, with a full day’s work to do
By sunset he has saved one life, but also murdered two.

He needs a chance to see the light
How long will we pretend we just don’t see?
It’s easy to condemn, much harder to reach out,
But you know—Jesus loves that doctor just as He loves you and me.

. . .Jesus loves the helpless, we must speak in their defense.