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Randy Conway

I just got this at 1:30 A.M. this morning,….

He Will Wipe Every Tear From Their Eyes

Last night as I lay sleeping I had a troubling dream

In the morning when I awoke I relived every scene.

I dreamt that I was in heaven and saw children as far as the eye could see

Babes in every direction completely surrounding me.

They were everyone weeping, crying huge and streaming tears

Suddenly in the midst of this crowd a heavenly being appeared.

He called out to the children as at his presence they all drew near

He said, “Be patient little ones for He is almost here.”

I approached this magnificent creature to ask permission to inquire

“What has happened here, what tragedy has transpired?”

Stretching out his arms in a giant sweeping motion

He replied, “These are children never born, the victims of abortion.”

Again I risked to question and asked, “Why do they cry?”

He dropped his head and then answered with a sigh.

“They weep for a lifetime of losses that are poured out on them in a single moment.

The missed joys and pains, struggles and victories coming all at once are raw and potent.”

“But is this not heaven?” I asked, and I thought in heaven you weren’t supposed to cry.

“You are close child, but there are tears; the difference is Jesus will wipe every tear from every eye.”

Looking at this ocean of children I was overcome by the sheer magnitude of its size.

And deep within my spirit anger, sadness and confusion began to rise.

The angel pointed to a red headed freckled boy that looked a little roughish

He said, “This one was to have two sons that he would teach to hunt and fish.”

And indicating towards a little girl he spoke of a discovery she was supposed to make

All crying for a purpose on earth that will never be fulfilled and for breath they’ll never take.

I noticed some were sobbing violently; they seemed more hurt than some of the others

The angel pulled one close and said, “These are late term abortions and for 9 months they knew their mother.

But they never felt her arms around them and were never held to her breast

They knew her voice and anticipated – then suddenly from her they were wrest.”

I realized these millions of lives were more than single tragedies,

It is exponential when you start adding up the casualties.

The world has experienced casualties and losses of which it will never know

Life touching life, touching life, touching life that now can never grow.

I fell to my knees before the children praying that Jesus would get there soon

But in that same instant I suddenly awoke and found myself back in my room.

I know that He is comforting those who for Molech were taken before their time

And I fear for the coming judgement because we have tolerated this shameful heinous crime.

By Randy Conway

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Randy Conway
Find Randy Conway On Facebook surrenderedpoetry.com/ Randy and Robin were in a family-owned and operated business for 33 years, which proved to be both rewarding and challenging. During this same time, they served as worship leaders for 17 years at a small local church on a volunteer basis, after which time God began calling them out of the 4 walls of the church; something neither one of them could ever fathom doing.  God was calling them to a new ministry that had not even been conceived at this point, much less developed. Neither one had any idea of where this journey would lead, but it has been liberating and exciting to trust Him on an entirely new level like never before. Delving into the Word of God with new zeal and finding out for themselves who God really is and isn’t, shedding preconceived notions and traditions, and allowing themselves to be taught by the Holy Spirit. As Randy continued to move in this new freedom, inspiration for writing began to flow more freely. What began in 1980 with the writing of a poem for an Easter service and then lay dormant with a new poem every year or two until 2009, has now led to many more poems with an emphasis on End Time Prophecy.