There’s blood that runs through veins in you, which came from those who sprinkled clues ’bout eyes be brown, green or blue, and body type for height, or color be as black or white.
[Verse 2]
As begotten, forgotten, from blood in veins, was bestowed by those who traveled plains, and walked and climbed to mountain tops, who no longer enjoy engaging talks.
[Verse 3]
This blood I speak, in words discrete, responds to nerves and bones in feet, to walk the girth of earth from birth, in pride of name once given, or reach the end’s last breath at death, exampled by one’s sinning!
[Verse 4]
All should stop at what’s received allotted, and come to know of blood that’s clotted, amongst the trunk of tree as ye, and who before gave seed for thee.
[Verse 5]
Unlike the serpent’s slithered crawl that caused mankind to take a fall, we’re given chance to stand as tall, be counted in the end as friend, or lose the chance from loss to sins.
[Verse 6]
The Tree of Life was once device that stole the soul from paradise, and from reception of deception, mankind’s divine allowed refined to aid thy growing of a spine.
[Verse 7]
From push and shove, our God above allows abundance for life’s descendants, to walk alone find our way home, and maybe join him on his throne.
[Verse 8]
Respecting God’s gifting of the blood that all be pumping, in veins now named, for those who’d came, long before ye!
[Verse 9]
Give honor to blood that’s deserving, ’cause there’s been a many already who’d suffered a plenty, of discomforts abound, in long faces in frowns.
[Verse 10]
Remember thy gender, God given as tender, honor thy Mother and Father in slumber, never forget who rivals the Bible, while walking both to and fro on the go!
[Verse 11]
For life has been given, not meant for the sinning, but begotten for trotting escaping the rotting, and seeing way clear, to our God while in fear!
[Verse 12]
In freedom’s choice we speak in voice of what we see in being free, yet fail to see way clear my dear, or catch a glimpse of souls be feared!
[Verse 13]
The scale that fails from choice prevails, too often blows toward wind in sails, then tacts to turn from light’s discerns just closes eyes for all concerns.
[Verse 14]
Just what abides or runs and hides will measure weight of gold in soul, or fall from grace in pride’s disgrace that kicks more dirt upon one’s face.
[Verse 15]
In life bestowed we’ll come to know ’bout pain and suffer while on the go, yet negates begets through heaven’s gate shall seal one’s name in chance of fate.
[Verse 16]
Thus in writing one’s story most likely ’bout glory, we shan’t be blaming the smothers that coming from others, nor the twist and turns on the road of encumbers.
[Verse 17]
’Cause a many had traveled, barefoot in loose gravel, so that we may unravel the mysteries while writing your owned history, ’bout the who is the who, that’s inside of the you!
[Verse 18]
Not to be shaming the name, that was gifted as fame, and now runs through your veins, for taking the reins of one chance at a life, and eventually marrying husband or wife.
[Verse 19]
So mount upon a fine horse, and head in due course, remembering that blood that’s on loan, to afford us a chance in all circumstance, to help gallop our way back home…
