Not a Lump of Clay

Let me tell my little story, two months old still in the womb.
Full of joy and all excitement, ‘til they said it’s just a lump of clay.
The devil came and lied to them, brought death and fear and torment in.
I still can hear this baby’s cry: Mother, save me, I’m your child!

What a moment what a day, when my grandma started ́ pray
and my mum could finally see, I’m her baby meant to be.
What a moment what a day, when my grandma started ́ pray
and my mum could finally see, I’m her baby meant to be.
I‘m not a lump of clay!

Let me tell another story, million babies in the womb.
Full of joy and all excitement. But you say they ́re just a lump of clay.
The devil comes and lies to them. He says abortion is ok.
But I can hear the Father say: Let my children live!

What a moment what a day, when our nation starts to pray
and we finally can see, who these little ones could be.
What a moment what a day, when our nation starts to pray
and we finally can see, who these little ones could be.
They’re not a lump of clay.

Today I pray that nations see, who these little ones could be.
I stand against the lies of dark. They try to kill what God has marked.
I can hear the Father say: Let my children live today!
Abortion it is not ok, they are not a lump of clay!

What a moment what a day, when our nation starts to pray
and we finally can see, who these precious ones could be.
What a moment what a day, when our nation starts to pray
and we finally can see, who these precious ones could be.
What a moment what a day, when our nation starts to pray
and we finally can see, who these precious ones could be.

Its not a lump of clay, but a child meant to be.
Its not a lump of clay, but a child meant to be.
Let my children live!