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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 Psalmist
In 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 Hester
West Avenue church of Christ
Crossville, TN