The Mizpah Memorial272 Words
“Hey Little Girl”
Be Strong Once Again And Again In Your Pain
Only Once You Be Slain
He Received Not A Ewe Nor A Ram
As Your Father Abraham
Mighty Mountains Lift Up Your Chest
Hold Your Hands High By All Means
Her Precious Feet Tread Your Valleys And Streams
In Your Presence She Offered The Lords' Best
“Hey My Son”
Where
Are My Companions And My Fellows
I Miss Them
“A Couple A Few Days” Every Year
He Made Me A Bride
My Bridegroom At My Side
He Made Me A Wife
My Husband Restored My Life
He Made Me A Mother He Styled
He Formed My Womb Of The Morning To Bare A Child
I Brought Forth A Mighty One
He Became A Heavenly Son
It Was Only A Moment
My Hearts Piercing Ailment
Rejoice Be Glad
No More This “Little Girl” Be Sad
“Hey My Children”
“I Am A Combination Of Qualities, Shape, Color, and Form”
My Breast Are Of A Tree On Each Side Of The River
My Womb Is Of A Guarded Gate, 12 in Manner
My Birth Canal Is Each Two Hundred Sixteen Feet. …
“Oh, Oh Lord, I'm Scared” Come Out My Boys Of 12
Burst Through The Gates
Lord Hold My Hands High Above My Head From Behind And Help Me
Lord Place My Hands Upon The 2 Memorial Stones Resting Upon Thy Shoulders
Let Me Grasp Thy Rank Of Honor
Your Chest Is A Breastplate Of 12 Stones Crowned Upon My Head
Lord Please Lift Your Mighty Chest, Most Beautiful, Most Wonderous, Most Powerful
And Help Me Push