The sin a child is born to is not hers;
For mother’s body’s sacred with its grace.
The sin a child is born to,it is ours
Yet ,at a baptism will the priest declare:
Out ye demons,leave this infant’s space.
The sin a child is born to is not hers
The infant naturally speaks in tongues of fire.
The Spirit moves eternal in its trace
The sin a child is born to,it is ours
The path we learn to walk ‘s already there
The rules and laws were written with no haste
The sin a child is born to is not hers
A child born now is marked by Iraq War
A child born now, in paranoia’s traced.
The sin a child is born to,it is ours
Oh,look upon the infant’s holy face
Beatific vision is there traced
The sin a child is born to is not hers
The sin a child is born to,it is ours
