Fruits of My Womb

Fruits of my womb shall come faster Than evil tongues and their snag wag Because the hand of God, my master Brandishes the royal flag Hoisted higher, flown higher Than any dissenting demonstration on Earth In any contrary spire Which under no circumstance can block the birth God decreed in his infinite wisdom Because God’s hands never short Supplies bounties for the children in his kingdom To creatures both great and small to whom God renders maximum support At all times including mine As long as God’s name I place above every other name To strengthen my spine and kindred spines by dint of God’s divine Power not only to cleanse every blemish, every blame, every unclean claim Restoring the priceless dream Including fruits of my womb For my husband, me and my children as a team Forever to live happily before the descent into my tomb.