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My mother truly is the queen sat on His

[Verse 1] My mother truly is the queen sat on His right hand — She did, I didn't — birth the world I'm living in. Poorest, more blessed — not seeing yet believed, Our mothers — we are here, do you yet perceive? Her man child, where is son of man drawing all men? He is risen — Dead to self, alive for His righteousness, In the week, seven days repeating — not in the day divisions. Man makes every daughter the pearl, each one gate to heaven, Or is it the gates of hell will prevail against you? Not me — I believe. Making one GOD as the sun day star risen in heart — even your mother. Corpsed this world, all them in heaven, I go lower through hell — Thoughts harder than hell and will prevail. Learning bride in her youth to her husband — wholly is holy, Her hard thoughts go past hell as she burns right through For the love she has for him — he can do no wrong. If he slays her, left alone, he is the one. What men are to be to their lord and god, His handmaid our mothers have already done. [Chorus] These thoughts of hers are hard as hell, Truly they are hard as hell. The world boasting victory — hell hath won — But not against her thoughts, hard as hell, they do war on. Against the world, father, mother — all she knows justifies her love. She will not be diverted, her love cannot be perverted, Won't be prevented by death — These thoughts of hers are hard as hell. Even harder, she will burn through giving life blood. It is Eden's order — her to her husband. If slayed alone, birthing, ripped apart, She will by her love for him prevail over hell With the thoughts she thinks for him hard as hell they will not be prevented, [Verse 2] Virgin girl or young lady — Mary, Martha — I make these the same good gift above me. i am a man going lower thru hell alone, but i must endure and she has already done, She in love with him — if he slays her, left alone, The world hates all she is living for: her lord, her husband. True love, not naive — when the blood comes with the love that she is bleeding, She does not heed the warnings, her parents warring against her thoughts. She sees them as hell trying to prevent her love for him. Says her mother is old, that her love has grown cold — But her mother tells her all her wisdom — no substitute for experience: "He is a boy. He is stupid. Selfish." — And she is blinded by things she is feeling, Young lady bleeding, emotions sweeping, swelling. Mother pleads: "Please — hear your mother. Hear her now." She will not hear, no way, no how — he is hers, she his. Her thoughts are hard as hell — they are that which shall prevail over death and hell, Even over father, mother — she has made of no effect compared to him, The one she loves. Hers he is. His voice from heaven — he is the Amen, the only one, all her being. She knows He the one. Must be to her the Son of GOD. [Chorus] These thoughts of hers are hard as hell, Truly they are hard as hell. The world boasting victory — hell hath won — But not against her thoughts, hard as hell, they do war on. Against the world, father, mother — all she knows justifies her love. She will not be diverted, her love cannot be perverted, Won't be prevented by death — These thoughts of hers are hard as hell. Even harder, she will burn through giving life blood. It is Eden's order — her to her husband. If slayed alone, birthing, ripped apart, She will by her love for him prevail over hell With the thoughts she thinks for him hard as hell they will not be prevented, [Outro] Her father must now answer — sterner, takes to putting hands on her, Bruised, blue — all he could do. Father can answer his LORD: did all that could be done. But she says she's in love, she's young, and wants what she wants — Won't stop until she his, they two as one. She is to follow after him and won't be prevented. Faith of a girl is hard as hell — Her thoughts in love have birthed all the world we know, How we came to be. The faith of the Lord GOD's handmaid, At war with death and hell — she prevails. Her thoughts just as hard, even harder —even from just one woman in love, all we know from Eve mother to all so her love the same as our mothers, [Chorus] These thoughts of hers are hard as hell, Truly they are hard as hell. The world boasting victory — hell hath won — But not against her thoughts, hard as hell, they do war on. Against the world, father, mother — all she knows justifies her love. She will not be diverted, her love cannot be perverted, Won't be prevented by death — These thoughts of hers are hard as hell. Even harder, she will burn through giving life blood. It is Eden's order — her to her husband. If slayed alone, birthing, ripped apart, She will by her love for him prevail over hell With the thoughts she thinks for him hard as hell they will not be prevented,