Sacred Womb
By Jacqueline Amos


Thy sacred temple of Gods grace,
I give to thee the honor of thy God,
Creations that lye upon the belly of they womb.
Oh thy sacred grounds of the Universe,
Thy mind of creations, thy womb of evolution,
I carry the waters of the earth,
I shall not look down upon thy holy ground,

thy seeds of creations shall not be tarnish are befoul,
I sing the song of rebirth,
I as the bud of a flower,
I as the wings of a dove,
I as the sweet smell of the ocean,
the waters are ordained,
I the treasures of Gods dreams.
I the chosen of thy husband,
my jewels belong only to him.

I sit upon natures call, to deliver the son are child of God,
thy temple is the image of thy God, It shall not be tarnished,
I the holy grounds of thy Gods demands,
I the women of the Universe,
I the link to mankind,
I the treasures of the life line.

Thy womb shall not be tarnished
By the curse of un forgiveness,
I the symbol of thy Virgin Mary,
Thy Husband shall rejoice the holy grounds.

Beautifully done.

Les