Alien our seed they say,
Contradicting God who said,
He formed man from earth one day,
Breathed his soul into his head.

Their father is an absentee,
A dead beat dad they’ve painted grey,
My Father’s never leaving me
His life for mine he chose to pay.

Their mother’s nature as revealed,
In her groves their holy place.
Our mother, we His bride, the church,
His body, every tongue and race.

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