Clay of the Earth

Hand outstretched upward toward the Heavens, cling to the Holy hand of your Creator Naked, and yet you do not know, for you are but a newborn to the world Eyes have yet to behold the beauty of a woman or the awe-inspiring light of paradise! Birth of a Nation rests upon your mighty shoulders Shame will be brought upon you by your Father and you will suffer greatly with the one you will call your wife Your Children will forever be accursed by your transgressions - One will roam through the desert, a mark placed upon him while the other lies cold - his blood rushing like a river, will cry out to his Creator Molded - The clay of the Earth - Descendant of the One who will save you!