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Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Aborted Voters: Baby Lives Matter Featured

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Single-Issue Politics?

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When it comes to far-Left radical voters in this country, single-issue politics is just fine.  For them, it’s all about sex, women’s reproductive rights,  homosexual marriage and all the rest. But when it comes to God-fearing conservative voters, single-issue politics is mocked as the stuff of 'rubes and retards',especially when that issue is abortion.  Why is that?

Michael Matt speaks in defense of the unborn and the urgent need for politicians to speak up for them and their rights not only to vote but to LIVE -- today more than ever. 

 

Michael’s “Ballad of Our Lady of Tears” at the conclusion of this video will bring tears to your eyes.

 

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Michael recites the pre-election: Ballad to Our Lady of Tears
A prayer for the unborn

O Mary, Mother of all men
Remember how one day
You rocked a little Boy to sleep
In a cradle filled with hay.

Remember how you held Him,
The long and weary night,
You fled from Herod’s soldiers
In Egypt’s dismal flight.

How the lonely stars looked down.
How the night was long;
With hoof beats in the distance
But in your heart a song.

You trod the darkness round you
You warmed the sands so cold
You lulled the winds to whispers
And turned the tears to gold.

When God was very little
And Life was very new,
With death a lurking shadow
He chose to cling to you.

He chose not Heaven’s legions,
Nor Michael’s sword of flame,
To shield Him in the darkness;
He chose your tender name.

Your tender arms to hold Him,
Your tender eyes so deep,
Your tender voice to comfort
And sing His soul to sleep.

Look down again in pity
O Mother of Our Lord
Upon a world where children still
Must flee from Herod’s sword.

Where Moloch claims his victims still
And still the price is paid
Where lust is crowned and love is drowned
And death a grim charade.

Where little ones are torn apart
Or burned with hateful brine
Where murder in a velvet coat
Is a social valentine.


These little hands, these little feet,
These little eyes and ears,
O Mother, see their misery
Baptize them in your tears.

They have never known the sunshine
Nor felt the cool of rain
Their heritage is horror
Their first caress is pain.

They were the breath of springtime.
The promise April gave,
Til winter’s vultures ravished-
Their cradle is their grave.

And now before the Father
Some ask: whose can these be?
Please wrap your arms around them,
Say: these belong to me.

For love of Him who was little too,

Who traded Heaven to be with you,
Take these children torn apart
To the playground of your heart.

Bruised and swollen, crucified

On the cross of human pride;
May their bodies perfect rise,
Take their souls to paradise.

Let them not for want of grace
Linger in a darkened place.
Ask your Son to give them joy,
He was once a little Boy.

Now and at the hour of death,
May they feel your gentle breath;
Tuck them in a bed of white,
O Mother, sing to them tonight!

(Published in The Remnant, July 1973)


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Michael J. Matt | Editor

Michael J. Matt has been an editor of The Remnant since 1990. Since 1994, he has been the newspaper's editor. A graduate of Christendom College, Michael Matt has written hundreds of articles on the state of the Church and the modern world. He is the host of The Remnant Underground and Remnant TV's The Remnant Forum. He's been U.S. Coordinator for Notre Dame de Chrétienté in Paris--the organization responsible for the Pentecost Pilgrimage to Chartres, France--since 2000.  Mr. Matt has led the U.S. contingent on the Pilgrimage to Chartres for the last 24 years. He is a lecturer for the Roman Forum's Summer Symposium in Gardone Riviera, Italy. He is the author of Christian Fables, Legends of Christmas and Gods of Wasteland (Fifty Years of Rock ‘n’ Roll) and regularly delivers addresses and conferences to Catholic groups about the Mass, home-schooling, and the culture question. Together with his wife, Carol Lynn and their seven children, Mr. Matt currently resides in St. Paul, Minnesota.