My Uterus Rule The World

My uterus rules the world
A treasure chest, that holds priceless diamonds and pearls
Worth selling everything you own
Just to get a few gems of your own
God given, girls and boys
Conceived in pain or joy
To valuable to flippantly destroy
Why should we toy
Play oh so coy, with God
For whom we just robbed
Of a beloved child
He only needed your uterus, for but a short while
To knit together a precious child
But the rulers of the uterus scowl
And say, "I choose not to rule this day"
I guess 9 months, was to much to ask
To birth a jewel
Another apple of The Lord's eye
That shed a tear and bide good bye
To future kings and queens, never seen
But chosen to rule, beside their other siblings
Those who were blessed to be living
But I thank God, for being so forgiving
Of those who rule the world, with their uterus
And not their hearts

I no longer rule the world with my uterus,
Mommy Dearest

"Behold the virgin shall become pregnant and give birth to a Son, and they shall call His name Emmanuel-which, when translated means, God with us." Matthew 1:23

"For these things I weep, my eyes overflow with tears, because a comforter one who could refresh and restore my soul, is far from me. My children are desolate and perishing, for the enemy has prevailed." Lamentation 1:16