From Me, all seed, of any kind must spring. Divine the growth such seed and soil will bring. Thus having spoken to Himself aloud, His glorious face upon His breast He bowed, And sought repose behind a wall of cloud. The earth is peopled with a mighty throng, Yet men are fighting and the world goes wrong.
Thy world progresses in all ways save one.
Children are spawned like fishes in the sand. With ignorance and crime they fill the land. Lord, speak again, till mothers understand. It is not all of Motherhood to know Conception pleasure or deliverance woe. Who plants the seed should help the shoot to grow.