Now there’s a special place in heaven
where those unborn babies play,
And they’re rocked in arms by mamas
whose chance had slipped away;
All those unwanted children
can say, “My daddy’s He’s the King”
And there’s smiles on all their
faces as they spin around and sing,
“Now don’t that sound like heaven?
Don’t that sound like home?
Where the Son of God is reigning
and those tears are finally gone,
Now don’t that sound like heaven?
Don’t that sound like home?
Darkness there is overtaken by
the light that’s always on.”
It’s above my pay grade to know with certainty, but my guess is Susan Robinson will be spending eternity suffering apart from GOD, but well aware that the babies whose lives she callously took are enjoying Paradise in the loving company of the Father and the King of Kings while she forever gnashes her teeth in anguish and regret.
A beautiful poem…
Well done.
I agree with you.
Someone that arrogant isn’t capable of true repentance.
Their egos are just not allow it, because they never believe that they can be wrong.