…And his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.

(Isaiah 9:6b, KJV)

And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.

(Revelation 19:11, KJV)

Young and alone, never truly loved

Having never heard of the care of the One up above.

Mother now dead, having died far too young,

Father who had never thought to be there for his little one.

Only eighteen, now their daughter's alone,

Searching in all the wrong placed for somewhere to call home.

And then in comes a prince upon his white horse

In only one evening forever altering her course.

Loved for only a moment, in all the wrong ways

Before she's left alone again with a steep price to pay.

So when they tell her the child inside her isn't really a life

She finds herself agreeing to go under the surgeon's knife.

But when the time comes to do "what needs done,"

She's filled with uncertainty and can't help but run.

Overwhelmed and afraid, tears course down her face.

So tired and weak from the whole endless race.

She falls onto a bench beside someone's grandmother,

An old woman who sees her true need beyond all the others.

The old woman slowly reaches out, hands her a Book,

Fixes her with a compassionate look.

The old woman says, "I don't know what's wrong,

But I know Who can fix it, and that's God's only Son.

Just give this Book and It's Message one single chance,

And know that God would love to hold you in His nail-scarred hands."

As the old woman watched, the girl claimed a fresh start

By opening up the Bible and then her heart –

Letting in the Prince upon His white horse,

In only one evening forever altering her course,

Feeling a love such as she'd never known

And gaining the surety of a Heavenly home.

I came up with this at 10pm last night, in case you were wondering. Reviews are my best friend! Thanks guys!:)

And just so you know, I do not, under any circumstances,support abortion. Just in case this poem came off that way. I actually mean it to be exactly the opposite. Just saying.:)