Baby girl, you're all I have;
your father left me long ago.
The "doctor" brought you into this world,
But now he won't let you go.

The Judge said you could come early
and the doctor and nurse whisked me out
behind the courthouse, the "performed the surgery"
but when you came, they began to spout.

I hear weeping in the darkness beyond the makeshift clinic.
I wonder who it could be.
But I don't have the time to notice it,
because the "doctor" and "nurse" exclaim, "Gee!"

"She's breathing a little bit yet," they whispered.
"I know, but don't let the mother see."
"What a beautiful baby girl" are the words I'll never forget.
But they decided, for their professions' sake, a fetus it should be.

"This extra tissue has caused you enough pain,
you don't want to see it now.
Let us take care of it, to care is insane.
It's not a real baby." they vow.

Then out of the darkness beside the makeshift clinic
a blond-haired fool rushes to me.
She grabs you, little girl, from the "doctor", a mimic,
and brings you, my baby, for me to see.

You are perfectly formed, ten fingers and toes,
and a little red mop of wet hair;
Your father's Korean eyes, and my Irish nose,
and all I can do is just stare.

As you gasp for breath
with your underdeveloped lungs,
I realize, my great shame
the awful wrong I have done.

The blond-haired fool who brought you to me
whispers, "What a beautiful baby."
I week when you take your last breath,
your arms and your legs hang limply.

The blond-haired fool throws her arms around me,
and weeps along while I cry.
She gently whispers, "You've committed a sin,
but there is a greater tragedy than to cause one to die."

To reject the Holy Spirit now;
to not give Christ your life;
to continue in your sin, and die without God;
it is too great a price.

The words pierced my heart
because the LORD had worked there before.
Now I gave not only my life,
but also my soul, to the LORD.

As I stand here before you little grave,
my heart is still wrenched, but it is clean.
What my LORD has planned for my life;
how He will be glorified, is yet to be seen.

But I know, like David,
who also lost his babe,
That I'm going to Heaven where,
I'll see my LORD, and you, someday.