“Requiem for the disappeared”
On June 29 Citizens for a Pro-life Society posted “Requiem for the disappeared” on YouTube. It juxtaposes video of a funeral held in May 2008 for 23 aborted babies found earlier that year in dumpsters of MI late-term abortionist Alberto Hodari with video of the actual retrievals and babies’ remains.
I was struck by the song playing in the background, how perfect both the melody and words were for the video (“Do you see me? Do you know who I am? Do you hear me? Did you show me?…. Tell me who I am.” – read all on page 2) It wasn’t until I read the credits that I saw the lyrics were composed by CPLS Director Dr. Monica Miller, music by Mark Cabrera and Peter Mulka, vocals by Peter Mulka, and produced by Mediatrix Records. Wow. The video was also excellently produced.
So sad, so angering…
Lyrics to “Tell Me Who I Am”
Hearts are trembling
Crowds assembling
Tears are falling
Voices calling
Refrain:
Did you see me?
Did know who I am?
Did you hear me?
Did you show me
one embrace
Face to face?
Call my name?
Have no shame?
Tell me who I am
Tell me who I am
Souls are broken
Thoughts unspoken
Words left unsaid
Prayers for the dead
(Refrain)
You walk alone
Who will atone
You can be free
Recognize me
(Refrain)
Pardon my interruption but this is big news. Pro life groups are trying to get Nebraska attorney general to investigate abortionist Carhart.
http://www.lifesitenews.com/ldn/2009/jul/09070707.html
Is something wrong with the site?
I attended a service almost 20 years ago for babies that were aborted by Naresh Patel(I believe his first name was). They were found by two hunters on property that was owned by a friend of Patel’s (I refuse to call him ‘Doctor’). They were found in a partially burned garbage bag. We (pro-lifers) had a service for them (televised on all three of our local television stations), and buried them in a local cemetery in a plot that was donated by the cemetery itself. The plaque on the gravesite reads “Step softly…dreams are buried here”.
We once held a memorial service in the community where I lived. A local funeral home let us use their chapel.
The dead babies r us folks showed up en masse. The chapel was almost full. I had the distinct honor of sharing the gospel of the kingdom of God with them.
There were there of their own ‘choice’ and none of them disrupted the memorial, other than to bring their signs in with them.
I hope the LORD allows me to see how much of HIS DNA fell on ‘good ground’ that day and what was the result.
When the memorial was over we drove down to the bay and cast flowers in the water to represent the pre-natal children who had been killed in our commuity by abortion.
The dead babies r us folks threw coat hangers in the water but they were evrionmentally responsible enough to have strings attached so they could retrieve the hangers and recyle the wire.
God bless em. I love to wade in amongst em and shed some light and release some life and share some love.
Like a constant dripping the love a GOD will even penetrate a heart of stone.
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