On a park bench far from home
Sat a woman all alone.
She heard the children laugh
And watched their play.
First a tear came to her eye
and she broke down and she cried.
These are the words the lady spoke
before I walked away.
Were your eyes green or were they blue?
Just like a kite you never flew.
Would you have laughed, sang, and danced
when skies were gray?
All the things I cannot know
the way you could have loved me so.
But I cried awhile then chose myself
and we threw your life away.
With her face all stained with tears
and her heart broke from the years of pain and grief,
the sorrow she had known.
For she had given her child’s life to some unknown surgeon’s knife;
and she knew the bitter taste of fruits from seeds that she had sown.
Unwrapped presents red and green;
Christmas trees you have never seen,
and moments never spent at Santa’s knee.
Then from somewhere far away
she heard a soft voice say:
“It’s OK now, mommy dear;
please don’t cry for me.”
So she left her park bench seat
and she walked down to the street,
and she trembled at the words from up above.
Not a person was in view and down in her heart she knew,
a message that was sent to her was spoken with great love:
“You must stand now; you can’t run.”
“You must face the harm you have done.”
The acceptance of redemption lies within
wash your soul in Jesus’ blood.
Feel the healing, cleansing flood;
know the grace and love of God:
forgiveness for your sin.
Then in wondrous shining light
appeared a child all dressed in white.
She beckoned to her smiling so serene,
and she clasped her withered hand
and led her to the Promised Land!
The last thing that she saw on earth
were eyes of emerald green.
Now the story has been told
and running in the streets of gold,
the unborn children sing and dance and play.
God will bind us with His love,
when we meet them up above,
and the care and sorrow of this world will simply fade away.
Eyes of brown and green and blue are waiting
there for me and you —
when we meet upon that glad eternal day!
There will be no earthly strife;
no more killing surgeon’s knife.
We will laugh awhile and choose new life
and cast our grief away!
(This article courtesy of Rachel’s Vineyard. Rachel’s Vineyard weekend retreats for emotional and spiritual healing after abortion are held internationally. Rachel’s Vineyard welcomes women, men, couples, grandparents, and abortion providers. Retreats are held in both Catholic and Interdenominational settings. Rachel's Vineyard Ministries is a resource for clinical training, education, and healing models. The national toll-free hotline is (877) HOPE-4-ME.)
