Life - A Gift From God From the Moment of Fertilization, by Dr. Bill Jones [Text: Psalm 139 (Audio)]
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The following sermons are on Psalm 139:13-16:
"For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest part of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written." - Psalm 139:16-19 (Audio)
Recommended sermons:
Fearfully and Wonderfully Made, by Dr. D. James Kennedy (1930-2007)
Abortion: The New Holocaust, by Rev. Roger Higginson
The text for this sermon is
Psalm 116 (
Audio)
Recommended video:
Hard Truth About AbortionNote: This is a hard video to watch, both because of its subject matter, but also because of the song that goes along with it. It is a great song, but the audio quality is not very good. I suggest you watch the whole video, but when they come to the song, turn the volume down and just read the lyrics below!
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.