Taxpayers Give Planned Parenthood 39% of its Revenue. It's Time to Permanantly Defund the Abortion Giant - townhall.com
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Recommended reading:
- Study: Abortion Complications Are 22 Percent Higher Than Reported - answersingenesis.org
- Abortion Pill Study Finds the Drug is 2200% More Dangerous Than the FDA Led the Public to Believe - harbingerdaily.com
- 'Women Deserve Better': Lawmakers from Nearly Every State Urge Congress to Turn Off Federal Money Tap for Planned Parenthood - wnd.com
- Planned Parenthood Kills 'Record' Number of Babies, Annual Report - lifesitenews.com
- If Abortion is Healthcare, Why is Abortion Data Going Unreported? - zerohedge.com
Recommended sermons and podcasts:
- Abortion Pill In Court - News Roundup, by Jim Schneider of Crosstalk America
- 136th Abortion Mill Shut Down, by Adam McManus
- Who Brought the Holocaust to America and the World? - Planned Parenthood's 100th by Pastor Kevin Swanson
The following sermons are by Dr. Stephen Pollock. His text is Psalm 139 (Audio)
- Roe V. Wade - 50 Years On, Part 1
- Roe V. Wade - 50 Years On, Part 2
- Roe V. Wade - 50 Years On, Part 3
A Malediction
The judges sat outside the law, And in their pride no evil saw
In setting teeth to Satan's jaw, And feeding him our children.
A curse, a curse, the law it cries, A curse, a curse, on mankind's pride
A curse on him who would deny, God's image in mankind.
When viewed in terms of cost and ease, An unborn child is a disease
A holocaust soon fit to please, Our own convenience.
Torn from out their mother's womb, Denied the sky, denied the tomb
Conceived in lust to their own ruin, A sacrifice to pleasure.
A Curse, a curse their blood cries out, A curse, a curse the heavens shout!
A curse on him who dares to flout, God's image in mankind.
The doctors with their blood-red hands, Who loved their money more than man.
With greed their god they lay their plan, The butchers of mankind.
Oh, rid us of this evil Lord, And turn our hearts by cross or sword
Our nation cannot long afford, To live beneath your anger.
A Curse, a curse upon their heads, O, save them Lord, or slay them dead!
And fill our country with your dread, And turn away your anger.
