I delivered your baby in pieces
Bits of flesh a hand then a foot
I tore it from your safe body
Threw to the trash with the soot
The heart had already stopped beating
I injected it with an adult overdose
So by the time I delivered those pieces
Was it alive? No, not even close.
But the remnants put up a struggle
I scraped the remains from your womb
What God intended as nurture
I instead made it a tomb
I have no idea where those parts are
Those bits of flesh now have no breath
I delivered just bits and pieces
And I was paid for causing its death
Psalm 139:14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knows right well. 15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. 16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.