Smile, shake hands, greet the people with gait

One more day in the movie for which they wait

Say a prayer of faith  for a mother of twins

You count covetousness amongst your sins

Stay perfect, the act keeps the congregation calm

If church is Gilead, you may well be the anointed balm

The children rush to you for hugs after mass

Their laughs stab at your heart like broken glass

One more day, alone and broken you stay,

One more morning, mourning, with tears you pray,

For God to fulfill promises he made,

To grant you this one thing and take away shame

With deadened eyes, teary, you stare at your reflection,

Repeat the verses that keep you in motion,

Hoping that God answers a broken mind,

and grants His faithful servant a miracle child