I Have No Voice

[132 words] To live or die,some say is a choice.But as for me, I have no voice. In my mother’s womb,I slowly am formed.With arms and legs,I soon am adorned. All that I need,My mother supplies.Nourishment and oxygen,Even the color of my eyes. And, although on her,For life I depend.I am an individual,On this we must contend. By the words of the PsalmistIn the Bible we are told,That from the time of conception,My life God does behold. By God I am formed,In the womb of my mother.Given an identity of my own,And not that of another. The choice to live or die,For me is totally absurd.For I must choose after birth,To follow God’s word. Tim HesterWest Avenue church of ChristCrossville, TN…