Blue Eyes Like Janey's

Several years ago I heard a song on the radio that was played in honor of the National Right to Life celebration that year, and I have been trying to find a copy of it ever since. There were two lines in particular that jumped out at me and the chorus deeply touched my heart. While I always knew about the tragedy of abortion, I never really thought about how it affects people on a personal level until I heard this song.

I had tried to search for the song on a number of occasions but never had any success, until a randomly decided to try again a couple of weeks ago. To my surprise I was able to not only figure out the title of the song and the artist's name, but I also found a copy of it on YouTube. I don't know what I searched differently this time that allowed me to find it, but I am glad I typed in whatever that was. The song, to me, is still every bit as powerful as it was when I first heard it, and my heart breaks for all of those who have bought into the lie of abortion and are then left to pick up the pieces in the aftermath.

The sheer number of abortions that have taken place in the country in the past almost 40 years is incomprehensible to me. One-third of my generation has been legally killed. Did we even lose that percentage of a generation during the World Wars? I heard recently that more babies are aborted each day than Americans were killed on 9/11. We mourn the tragic loss of innocent life in that incident, only to fight to allow thousands of innocent lives to be lost every day for the sake of convenience.

I recently discovered a blog written by Abby Johnson, who has become a big voice in the pro-life movement after working for Planned Parenthood for a decade. She shares glimpses of what those years were like in some of her entries, and the callousness with which life is treated within those centers is very inhuman. It's very eye-opening to read, though.
http://www.lifenews.com/author/abby-johnson/


Blue Eyes Like Janey's
…but leaving the clinic we heard some talk,
and it shattered our little world.
The doctor was telling the nurses that the baby was a girl.


Would she have brown hair?
Did she have blue eyes?
I try to imagine what she would look like so many times.
Would she be a tall girl?
Oh, the questions haunt my mind.
Did she have blue eyes like Janey's
and brown hair like mine? …


…I still wake up late some nights and think I heard her call my name.
And I still have her photograph in a empty picture frame…