I Black Woman The Mother Of Jesus
Through the eyes of thy God
I give you life I open the tunnels
that you may see life, summon by thy God,
the incubator of Gods treasures.
I worked the stalls and mop the floors,
I clean Mrs. Bessie’s kitchen,
I raised her youngest and all.
I the black woman mother of Jesus.
Through the history of the universe I have stood tall.
I watched the devils hang my sons from the tree.
I wiped the tears, and buried my sons. I have become the
Linking of my sons crucifixions of the cross.
I the sanctuary of the cross,
the mother marry flows through my genes.
For every eye and every life
I have felt the throng of my sons.
My sons continue to live through me,
nevertheless they have died
For the causes of love and unity.
My sons shall continue to come
until thy God missions are complete.
Weapons shall not prosper against thee.
I the mother of thy son.
Lord and savior Jesus who lives
through me shall live through you.
I mother marry speaks the serpents
have hanged my son to the cross.
I have been the eyes that man may live,
I have the breath when it is to hard to breathe.
I have been the shoulder when there was no one to lean.
I have been the warrior and the door step when my sons decide to leave.
For every life that I shall give, I the nurture reclaim thy name.
I woman the mother of the savior for every blood that drops live through me.
The slave masters daughter and the slave keeper the son who continues to
Feel the same pain. Massive of armies who crucified my sons from the tree.
Within the Universe the blood of thy son shall only claim, the righteous who
Will armor with the sanctuary of Gods dreams.
Thy son who have died for thee, I can now face the world, let every tongue
Confess as the treason of thy brothers who stood before thy brother
turned a deaf ear as they crucified my son to the tree.
Thy father God no longer hear there plea’s.
I black women shall reclaim my sons rightful place.
I shall carry the torch with thy son who is my sight
I shall reclaim my tittle for thy legacy shall not be in vain.
Thy read the stroll written in blood.
I summons by the ancestors to bring my sons home.
The cloud between my sons and thy father
shall be no more.
I woman stand in the blood for thy son
name shall not be tarnished with shame.
I gather up the army for the name of my son
as I as he the father and the son as one.
Through the eyes of thy God
I give you life I open the tunnels
that you may see life, summon by thy God,
the incubator of Gods treasures.
I worked the stalls and mop the floors,
I clean Mrs. Bessie’s kitchen,
I raised her youngest and all.
I the black woman mother of Jesus.
Through the history of the universe I have stood tall.
I watched the devils hang my sons from the tree.
I wiped the tears, and buried my sons. I have become the
Linking of my sons crucifixions of the cross.
I the sanctuary of the cross,
the mother marry flows through my genes.
For every eye and every life
I have felt the throng of my sons.
My sons continue to live through me,
nevertheless they have died
For the causes of love and unity.
My sons shall continue to come
until thy God missions are complete.
Weapons shall not prosper against thee.
I the mother of thy son.
Lord and savior Jesus who lives
through me shall live through you.
I mother marry speaks the serpents
have hanged my son to the cross.
I have been the eyes that man may live,
I have the breath when it is to hard to breathe.
I have been the shoulder when there was no one to lean.
I have been the warrior and the door step when my sons decide to leave.
For every life that I shall give, I the nurture reclaim thy name.
I woman the mother of the savior for every blood that drops live through me.
The slave masters daughter and the slave keeper the son who continues to
Feel the same pain. Massive of armies who crucified my sons from the tree.
Within the Universe the blood of thy son shall only claim, the righteous who
Will armor with the sanctuary of Gods dreams.
Thy son who have died for thee, I can now face the world, let every tongue
Confess as the treason of thy brothers who stood before thy brother
turned a deaf ear as they crucified my son to the tree.
Thy father God no longer hear there plea’s.
I black women shall reclaim my sons rightful place.
I shall carry the torch with thy son who is my sight
I shall reclaim my tittle for thy legacy shall not be in vain.
Thy read the stroll written in blood.
I summons by the ancestors to bring my sons home.
The cloud between my sons and thy father
shall be no more.
I woman stand in the blood for thy son
name shall not be tarnished with shame.
I gather up the army for the name of my son
as I as he the father and the son as one.
