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!
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