The dirt cried out
Until it started to whimper
My God, my God When is your promise coming?
You cursed my face saying I should give birth to thorns
These were great labor pains and blood as well
From the hands of man plucking the birth
From my body.
You sent the waters that I thought would cleanse
But after the waters came more thorns
So I guess nothing changed.
You sent the fire and I wished it would change mankind
But after the fire came the fingers of man who kept cursing
As well as being cursed.
I gave birth to thorns
God you breathed into me and man stood up.
Man came out of me
But can dry bones rise again?
Man would have to come out of me a second time
Crawl back into the womb of dirt and soil
And rise up out.
That would have to be someone special
The government would be on his shoulders
Because he would have to use his hands to climb out of the dirt.
It hurt when I gave birth to thorns
Just imagine the labor pains giving rebirth to the Son of Man.