Labour Room
I feel a baby leaping and
Moving slowly in the inside of me
My womb the place of incubation
For a new life's glorious visitation
The felicity is gradually building up
My baby will soon cross the rump
For I've waited patiently
In dismay but valiantly
I am going through pain
As my body structure metamorphosis
I'm pushing a spiritual trigger
And my belly is growing bigger
In my labour room I'll see God
I'll welcome him with a song
A never ending song so long
Through the paths of the red rose thorn
So I'm really going to have my baby
In my ninth month of pregnancy
The Physician said it will be a bouncing boy
And now oh God I can't hide my joy
Shall a man create a man ?
And shall a man bring forth a child?
Shall God bring His Children to the Labour Room
And not give power to bring forth from the womb?
I'm in my Labour Room Month
A miracle baby is about to be born
Oh how glorious! How wonderful!
How amazing! How blissful!!
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