From the day I was a fetus
To this day I am a long standing genius
I owe though with my father to my mother
Eight months and one she carried me through her tether
Amidst the steady walks and the swollen feet even in cold weather
Rubbing her belly full with me so she would feel me in her makeshift shelter
In her know to bare a great sire
She stayed by the cross so to fulfill her want for to become a messiah
A messiah like Meshach and Hezekiah
Of today before you I stand and respire
And say from the still of my heart from your dream I cannot retire
For fear of lack of existence I cannot expire
She still and continually dreams of my occupation
She still dreams of my elevation
She still addresses my critical situation
And keeps to prepare for me an outstanding ovation for my restoration, consecration, and restitution
A missionary she is
A visionary she remains
A lectionary she inspires
A legendary mother forever