Baby Noah (poem)
Written Aug. 23, 2008 by Terri Palmquist
To the little one who was in the womb. We are sorry your life ended so soon. Was your mother scared? Did she feel all alone? Perhaps she was hungry, without a home. Maybe she felt she had nowhere to turn, that she and her baby were no one’s concern. Who was your daddy? Did he even care? Did he have any clue your mom had a secret to share? Where were you grandparents, pastor or friends?
If they were there would your life have come to an end? Did your mom know of the help we provide, do you think if she did you might still be alive?
Posted: August 23rd, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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"Where were the hands of Jesus when baby Noah died?" That was the question posed by Pastor Jim Beilstein today as about a hundred people gathered for a memorial service for baby Noah John Doe, who was found in a dumpster in Taft on May 26.