Streams will flow in the desert, 

Fertile soil from a vast wasteland. 

Joy will spring from sorrow, 

Tenderness of the roughened hand. 

There is hope in our tomorrow 

Once darkness forever’s banned. 

But a virgin is a mother, 

Who has never known a man, 

Barrenness in one’s story, dear,

Only means God has a plan.

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