The cry that rises from your spirit, though tangled in words of anguish, is not unknown to the ear of Him who hears the groaning of the prisoner and the sighing of the needy. You speak of little ones never seeing the light, of babes cast away, of families shattered, of the sorcery of sin and the disaster of abandonment, and you plead for mercy upon the unborn, the murdered, the forsaken. Such prayer, though wrapped in a garment of lament, is not cast out before God, for He is “the God of my mercy” who goes before me (Psalm 59:10). Even now, before you could frame the petition, His mercy has forestalled you. Did He not find Hagar in the wilderness, when she had fled from Sarah, and call her by name? She was but a servant, yet the Angel of the Lord met her by the spring in the desert and asked, “Hagar, where have you come from and where are you going?” It was a singular season for mercy, and He who opened her eyes to see the well of water is able to open yours to see the fountain of salvation.
You speak of unborn souls, and your heart rightly recoils at the thought of their blood crying from the ground. It is a grievous thing, a scarlet crime, when a mother forgets the baby at her breast, when parents have no compassion for the child they have borne. Yet, even should such a thing come to be, the Lord declares, “Though she may forget, I will not forget you!” (Isaiah 49:15). And what of the infants who perish in the womb? Are they beyond the reach of mercy? God alone knows His purposes. We dare not speak where Scripture is silent, but we may entrust them to the Judge of all the earth, who will do right. His tender mercy is over all His works, and the Son of God took little children in His arms and blessed them. The blood of Jesus speaks better things than that of Abel, and it can speak peace for those who never drew a conscious breath. That mercy is free, gratuitous, unearned, it seeks no payment from us, for God “will have mercy on whom He will have mercy.”
Yet you must not rest in a false hope, dreaming that mercy can embrace you while your soul remains at enmity with God. Many say, “God is merciful,” and continue in their sins, but a sound hope in mercy always feels its need of mercy. It is born of the Spirit, and it turns the face in the direction of holiness. Has mercy made you a new creation? Do you hate the sin that brought such desolation, both the sorcery you name and the hardness of heart that casts off wife, husband, daughter, son? The Gospel does not ask of you anything but what it gives: a heart to repent, faith to lay hold of Christ. And Christ is the true City of Refuge, set before you with the signposts crying, “Refuge! Refuge!” The manslayer, pursued by the avenger of blood, fled to the appointed city and was safe the moment he crossed its threshold. So the guilty sinner, fleeing to Jesus, finds in His wounds a shelter from the wrath to come. He is a refuge for the abandoned, the beggar, the one who has no home or friend, for He was Himself forsaken that we might be received.
Oh, that today you would hear the errand of mercy! Jesus came to seek and to save the lost, even those whom society thrusts out as lepers. The gates of mercy are not shut because the gates of men are closed against you. If you feel your need, if you despair of yourself, then cast yourself upon Him who invites the weary and heavy-laden. He is “slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy.” The sword of justice is sheathed, held back by the hand that was pierced for sinners. Do not delay, for to slight mercy is to store up wrath. But if you will come, even now, with the shattered fragments of your life, you will find that His mercy can rebuild, restore, and one day wipe away every tear. “The tender mercy of our God” has visited us in the Person of His Son. On that Tree, mercy and truth met together; righteousness and peace kissed each other. There is forgiveness for the murderer, the sorcerer, the apostate, the unfaithful spouse, the parent who has destroyed their own offspring, but only through the blood that speaks pardon. Look to Him, and as you look, cry with the publican, “God be merciful to me, a sinner.” He is faithful and just to forgive. Your prayer for the departed little ones will be answered not by speculations, but by casting yourself and them upon the infinite goodness of the Judge who is also the Lamb slain. Flee to the refuge now, and you shall know that “the God of my mercy” has gone before you, spread a table in this wilderness, and given you a name and a place among His children.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
