The Cry of the Unborn Child
One morning before the death of her husband, the Intercessor’s eyes opened up and she shot up out of bed so full of joy, peace, and happiness. The sun was shining and it seemed to be a glorious day! “What
an awesome day,” the Intercessor thought to herself.
She proceeded to turn the music from “quiet peaceful”
to “light worship, “in her prayer room, and she danced. She danced for Him!
That morning in prayer, the Lord asked
her, “Do you love Me?” She happily said, "Well yes, of course, you know that I love You!" "Do you truly want to know me?" He said. "Yes" was her immediate reply as she had just experienced a “season” of His wonderful
expressions of Love, His awesome presence, His goodness, His blessings, and Joy in each morning during her “time with the Lord.” So, this particular morning, she quickly responded, secure in what she had received from her Beloved in the past. However,
she carelessly didn’t take the time to think about her response.
Still deeper, He asked the Intercessor, “Are
you willing to suffer with Me?” "But, I already have," knowing that He knew all the years of suffering that she had been through with Him. "No," He said seriously, "Will you allow Me to tear your heart just a little today?" Most
happily, and very quickly, without truly thinking, she replied, "yes!"
She said “yes,” not realizing how serious
her Beloved was at this time of meeting for it was quite different and extremely serious—not as usual.
17 And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that
we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.
18 For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed
19 For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God.
The Intercessor heard again, “How would you like to experience just a little bit of a tear in your heart today?”
Without even thinking again, she blurted out, “sure!” Expecting nothing but good things as she had previously went through. She was like Peter, who said, “I will never deny you!”
He was so sure of himself, not knowing what to expect.
“It’s the babies and the children.” “They
are suffering and no one really knows it!” She heard.
“Oh . . .okay . . .what do you want
me to do?” she thought.
“You must see it, feel it, and hear it!” “And, you must intercede . . .” He quietly responded.
Hesitantly, she said, “Ohhhhhkay.” Now, she was not so sure or joyful or exuberant, wondering what to expect next.
Immediately, the Lord brought to her mind a picture of a fetus in the am-biotic sac moving around—even sucking his precious
little thumb, and she smiled, not realizing what was coming next and planned by her Lord.
Her own experience with children was
with one boy and one girl. They were both miracle babies as she was in her late 30’s and early 40’s when she had them. For years, she had tried to have children to no avail. It was after special prayer at a women’s conference that her womb
opened up. To her amazement, at age 37 she had her first-born son! Her son then prayed for her second baby girl 6 years later! What a blessing the two have been! She deeply loves her children.
As the Intercessor pondered on her own children, the Lord brought to her mind the fetus, full of life and healthy—she smiled.
Immediately, she then saw a cold, hard steel object forcefully approach the spine of the child to insert it deep within the spine of the child. The child opened his mouth and cried out in excruciating pain! Someone
had deliberately “murdered” one of the weakest and defenseless among us . . . and she heard the cry of the unborn, precious child cry out in agonizing, unbearable, torturing pain! Her hands immediately came up to her mouth, aghast
and in total horror, responding with tears streaming down her cheeks, “Oh my God!” She cried out. Her heart immediately broke into a million pieces. She could no longer stand.
Dropping to her knees, she cried, “No more!” “Please God forgive us!” “Forgive us!” “Oh God, please forgive us for murdering our children!”
“Please merciful God . . . put a stop to this wickedness!”
‘”Oh, so much pain!” As she felt her own pain in her heart as the reality of what was happening each time a child was aborted was revealed to her! “Oh God!” “Oh God!”
"We don't even want to think about these things!" “No one wants to take responsibility!”
The Lord proceeded to show her the devices used to “abort” the unborn child. The tremendous pain, torment, and suffering they go through to be unwanted and aborted. It was too much for her to experience! She wanted like anyone else,
none of it. She didn’t want to face it! She didn’t even want to think about it! But, who would? Who would lament and cry out for the unborn child?
It was her responsibility; it was every believer in Yeshua upon this earth to intercede and pray for the unborn children. To intercede and to lament and cry out to God! But, who would?
"Please Lord; put a stop to this wickedness!” “No more!” “No More!” “What have we done?” “Oh forgive us!” “What
have we done?”
“I cry out to you on behalf of those precious babies!” “Stop the abortions!” “Stop
the abortion clinics!” “Stop this wickedness!” “No more pain!” “No more suffering like this!” “Oh God, forgive me for not praying sooner!” “Oh God, forgive me!” She cried out for mercy!
“Oh that you would open up the earth and swallow up each and every abortion clinic up!” “Oh God please put a stop to this murder!”
“Forgive me for my selfishness!”
In a heart-rending expression of sorrow, the Intercessor cried out, Pleeeeeassssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeee!”
She began to lament . . . falling on the floor; feeling the sorrow, and the pain, tears flooding her soul . . . breaking the alabaster box in repentance.
37 And, behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she
knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment,
38 And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them
with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.
44 And he turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou
gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head.
45 Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came
in hath not ceased to kiss my feet.
46 My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment.
47 Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little.
48 And he said unto
her, Thy sins are forgiven.
in the tremendous pain in her heart she cried . . . and she wept, and she wept, and she wept—for the helpless, for the defenseless, for the precious, for the beautiful, for the unwanted, for the unborn children of the Most High God! She stood in the
gap that day and every morning from then on, the Intercessor prayed for the loss of life and protection over the unborn children.
no more!” “Please put a stop to this horrible, insane, wickedness my beloved Father!”
“I cry out for your mercy and your grace!” “We’ve listened to the voice of the stranger!” “It’s not okay!” “We thought you would understand!”
precious God, forgive us for our horrible sins!”
13 Thou shalt not kill .
Gen 1:1 - Ps 22:15
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
2 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
3 But thou art holy,
O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.
4 Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver them.
5 They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.
7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head saying,
8 He trusted
on the LORD that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
12 Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.
13 They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart
is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
3 Be thou my strong habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: thou hast given commandment to save me; for thou
art my rock and my fortress.
4 Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.
5 For thou art my hope, O Lord GOD: thou art my trust from my youth.
6 By thee have I been holden up from the womb : thou art he that took me out
of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee.
7 I am as a wonder unto many; but thou art my strong refuge.
8 Let my mouth be filled with thy praise and with thy honour all the day.
9 Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.
10 For mine enemies speak against me; and they that lay wait for my soul take counsel together,
11 Saying, God hath forsaken
him: persecute and take him; for there is none to deliver him.
12 O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste for my help.
13 Let them be confounded and consumed that are adversaries to my soul; let them be covered with reproach and dishonour that seek my hurt.
14 But I will hope continually,
and will yet praise thee more and more.
15 My mouth shall shew forth thy righteousness and thy salvation all the day; for I know not the numbers thereof.
16 I will go in the strength of the Lord GOD: I will make mention of thy righteousness, even of thine only.
3 Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
5 As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all.
24 Thus saith the LORD, thy redeemer, and he that formed thee from the womb , I am the LORD that maketh all things; that stretcheth forth the heavens alone; that spreadeth abroad the earth by myself;
23(As it is written in the law of the Lord, Every male that openeth the womb shall be called holy to the Lord;)
She heard, "The iniquities have cursed the land!"
She felt His tears fall on her as she
lay there prostrate and suffering with the tiny little tear in her heart. She couldn’t stop weeping! It was too much for her!
“Oh my Beloved!” “What have we done?”
“We don’t even think about the children!” “We are so selfish and coldhearted!”
me for not interceding for the unborn child!”
“Oh the pain!” “No more!” “Please no more!”
She felt many tears falling on her as He lamented over what He saw, and most importantly, felt each time a child was brutally
Such cruelty! Such horror! Just cause we don’t see it, it happens—It’s reality! The child feels the
pain! Our Beloved feels the pain! He feels the suffering of every one of the millions of unwanted children mutilated and finally, aborted! She felt the tear in her heart . . . it was so painful! And she continued to weep and interced on behalf of the children.
It wasn’t over, for her Beloved showed her that little precious child in India so thin and as very weak as He gave that
child to her to hold and feel the little bones of his naked body against her body as she held him close to her.
This child was
so hungry, with his belly swelled with hunger and with huge brown sad eyes, extremely sorrowful—not understanding why or what was happening to him. And he looked at her questioning with his eyes as he took his last breath and—died, his body now
limp in her arms to her horror, and her heart was torn some more!
She had never seen someone die before—let alone a precious
little child in her arms. This could have been her child! “Oh God, no more pain!” “No more suffering for the children.” “Please . . . please . . . my Beloved!”
“Oh please no more!” She wept.
“But who will?” “Who
will pray and cry out for the children?” She heard.
His tears fell like a soft rain upon her body agonizing in the
pain of it all on the floor at His feet. She smelled the sweet smell of spikenard in the air as she took deep breaths in hopes that this breathless child would begin to breath once more again, to no avail. There was nothing that she could do but lament! She
was one of the intercessors. This was her calling. It was important! It was so very important!
But it wasn’t over yet!
Yeshua showed her that beautiful but terrified little girl scratching and clawing like a kitten in horror afraid of everything, as that wicked perverse man attacked her like an animal raping and ravishing her little body! The Intercessor groaned like she never
groaned before from the very depths of her soul, tears streaming down her cheeks, her nose running amuck—and, her heart was torn some more! She couldn’t stop the flow of the tears as her body convulsed with pain as she remembered her own rape as
She sobbed, “No more!" "Please, no more!" She cried. She lamented. She wept, "Oh God!" "No more!" And, she interceded
and wept. She felt the hot tears fall on her once again as her Beloved Savior lamented with her over these forgotten and unwanted children.
5 If thou wouldest seek unto God betimes, and make thy
supplication to the Almighty;
her Lord said to her, "who will?" "If you don't, who will?"
9 The LORD also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.
10 And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek thee.
5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible
tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.
2 The LORD looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, and seek God.
They are all gone aside, they are all together become filthy: there is none that doeth good, no, not one.
4 Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge? who eat up my people as
they eat bread, and call not upon the LORD.
5 There were they in great fear: for God is in the generation of the righteous.
6 Ye have shamed the counsel of the poor, because the LORD is his refuge.
7 How excellent is thy lovingkindness,
O God! therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.
8 They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink
of the river of thy pleasures.
9 For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.
O continue thy lovingkindness unto them that know thee; and thy righteousness to the upright in heart.
11 Let not the foot of pride come against me, and let not the hand of the wicked
12 There are the workers of iniquity fallen: they are cast down, and shall not be able to rise.
4 He shall judge the poor of the people, he shall save the children of the needy, and shall break in pieces the oppressor.
15 Thus saith the LORD; A voice was heard in Ramah, lamentation, and bitter weeping; Rahel weeping for her children refused to be comforted for her children , because they were not.
16 Thus saith the LORD; Refrain thy voice from weeping, and thine eyes from tears: for thy work shall be rewarded, saith the LORD; and they shall come again from the land of the enemy.
17 And there is hope in thine end, saith the LORD, that thy children shall come again to their own border.
16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
11 Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the
daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.
19 Arise, cry out in the night:
in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children , that faint for hunger in the top of every street.
14 But Jesus said, Suffer little children , and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.
16 Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth,
and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men.
Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremy the prophet, saying,
18 In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children
, and would not be comforted, because they are not.
21 And thou shalt not let any of thy seed pass through
the fire to Molech, neither shalt thou profane the name of thy God: I am the LORD.
35 But were mingled among
the heathen, and learned their works.
36 And they served their idols: which were a snare unto them.
Yea, they sacrificed their sons and their daughters unto devils,
38 And shed innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed unto the idols
of Canaan: and the land was polluted with blood.
39 Thus were they defiled with their own works, and went a whoring with their own inventions.
40 Therefore was the wrath of the LORD kindled against his people, insomuch that he abhorred his own inheritance.
41 And he gave them into the hand
of the heathen; and they that hated them ruled over them.
42 Their enemies also oppressed them, and they were brought into subjection under their hand.