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We are restarting our blog page in order to be able to inform our readers about news items from the secular or religious world that need to be more widely seen or commentated about.

 

We stopped it almost exactly two years ago, when we were asked by Bishop McGee to stop blogging; (under threat against Fr. Stephen's priestly faculties).

 

We had earlier that year, told Bishop Gilbert that we would stop blogging if he wished us to, but at that time he was happy for us to continue.

 

However, we were under two different dioceses due to living in a different diocese to that in which Fr. Stephen is incardinated.

 

Now however, the world and the Churches are descending ever further into a moral morass. And as we have ended our obedience to Pope Francis - and therefore all Bishops who go along with his false teachings and example - we are free to do what we must do under God. Preach God's Truth to the people, in season and out of season, so that those who have ears to hear may turn back to God and be saved.

 

For details on why we have removed our obedience please read our Declaration and footnotes.

Do you hear the babies crying?

By The Hermits, Aug 20 2019 03:59PM

This poem is from the excellent website The Reformed Pro-lifer which has been set up by the LifeSiteNews journalist and other young fervent members of the Reformed Congregational Church of Canada.



Do You Hear the Children Crying?

Written by Justina Van Maren on Monday, 19 August 2013.


Do you hear the children crying,

Can you hear their anguished screams?

Do you hear the women sighing,

Tormented by their shattered dreams?


Can you see the tiny forms of children

Broken, beaten, bruised and torn?

Do you see tears carefully hidden

By mothers guilty and forlorn?


Do you not hear, can you not see,

The blood that rests on all our hands?

The stench of great iniquity

That covers all of our vast land?


Do you ask, now where is God?

Who lets such horrors continue on?

Do you sit and wisely nod,

It's not our fault for God is gone.


But did we not say, with voices eager

Did we not shout with loud acclaim

Did we not gesture with wild fever

Did we not mock, and tell the same;


God, Thou must remain in heaven

Stay beyond our earth's blue skies

We have eaten the poisonous leaven

Which the devil well supplies


For as we stay dumb, deaf and blind

We see no blood, we hear no cries

Our hearts we harden, and sin we bind

Close on our hearts, believing lies.


Our children suffer, are valued not

Their life not treasured, thrown away

Their little bodies left to rot,

Yet we continue on our way.


But pray our eyes be opened wide

To see the blood of children lost

To see how the Great Divide

Has polluted minds, we pay the cost.


Let us no longer remain silent,

We may no longer close our ears

Let us our best garments rent

And fill our eyes with guilty tears


Let the voiceless gain a voice

Let the hidden blood be seen

Let us no longer rejoice

In what our sinful lives have been.


Let the children come and welcome

Let your daughters gain a friend

Do not keep your lips closed and dumb,

But make the slaying of children end.


Then, do you hear the children laughing

Safe inside their warm cocoon

God-given life in our safe keeping

Remains safe in mother's womb


Take up the sword of truth all people,

Answer the call of God's just war

Fight for the rights of pre-born children

Let their blood be shed no more.


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Someone has told us that the contact page is not working. I have removed it to try and fix it.

 

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