Mother's Day

Consider who has placed a seed in you,
Who brings forth what He has in mind to do.

A mother is no more than flesh and blood
Surrendered to the mighty will of God.

What did you do, except receive a seed,
And wait for it to grow, and then to bleed?

Then cursed the Lord for what He caused to grow
By power you will never see nor know.

"Aha! Look on the mighty work I've done!"
"For from my womb has come a one from none!"

Oh foolish harlot, on your dragon ride
Unto your death, for God has been denied!

For He is who has caused in you to grow
From holy seed above on earth below,

And breathed into your womb a living breath,
That lives with neither care nor fear of death.

But you, who bask in glory of this day,
Receive your mother's prize, then fade away.

For less you must become and greater He,
Who in you life has formed and caused to be.