The Sin a Child Is Born To Is Not Hers

The sin a child is born to is not hers; For mother’s body’s sacred with its grace. Society will mar us with its glares. Yet ,at a baptism will the priest declare: Out ye demons,leave this infant’s space. The sin a child is born to is not hers The infant naturally speaks in tongues of fire. The Spirit moves eternal in its trace Society will mar us with its glares The path we learn to walk ‘s already there The rules and laws were written with no haste The sin a child is born to is not hers A child born now is marked by Iraq War A child born now, in paranoia’s traced. Society will mar us with its glares Oh,look upon the infant’s holy face Beatific vision is there traced The sin a child is born to is not hers Society will mar us with its glares