The Answer

She thought as she sat
Half in a trance
If I have this child
He just won't have a chance.  

If I have this baby
Will it be right?
He'd live in the ghetto
And learn how to fight.

His father won't help us
It was all a mistake.
She was sick in her stomach
At the choice she must make.

Her mind drifted back
To a childhood day
When her mother had taught her
To kneel and to pray.

Closing her eyes she said
 "Show me the way"
But if God heard her plea
He had nothing to say.

Now her soul was in torment
Her mind was confused
"God sure must hate me'"
She said half amused.

Then a man in the shadows
said “I'm ready to start”
And the pain in her stomach
Went straight to her heart.

“I'm sorry” she said, “but
I've changed my mind.
I just want to leave here
And leave all this behind.”

She jumped to her feet
And ran straight out the door.
She didn't stop running
Until she could run no more.

The years quickly passed
And her son is now grown.
He has a young wife
And kids of his own.

When she goes to visit
She gathers her breed
And gives them a message
they may some day need.

Come here my grandchildren
Kneel down and lets pray
For God always answers
In His own special way.
 
By AFS