My Maker is my husband,
though barren, I sing loud,
For now I’ve more children,
yes I’m well endowed.

My travail was of the Ruach,
and not the way of man,
I laid them on the altar,
that they make it in His hand.

To be surrounded by love,
that’s good, right and pure,
to help them on their path,
that their trials they’ll endure.

Giving them abundant life,
that surpasses anything,
of love, joy and peace,
to make their new heart sing.