Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Julie Miller
Little ones to him belong
Little ones, where have you gone?
Was it a war that stilled your voice?
No, it was your mother's choice
Where was the doctor's healing hand
When children died across the land?
Was it in search of saving life?
No, death came from his knife
It's a dangerous, dangerous, dangerous place
Dangerous, dangerous place to be these days
Now five moths early you survive
But 'til you're born, well, you're not alive
Convenience has a sacrifice
And children are the price
It's a dangerous, dangerous, dangerous place
A mother's womb is a dangerous place to be these days
Little ones to him belong
You are weak, and we were wrong
Now we will never hear your voice
And it was our own choice
Jesus loves me, this I know
For the Bible tell me so
Little ones to him belong
They are weak but he is strong