I have given birth to my own children and suckled them.  I welcomed the foreigners and protected them.  I have given hope to princes and buried them inside myself  I too was responsible for the slave, I set him free  And although some have tried to weaken my resolve,  I shall endure, for though my history be stained with misery,  I have known joy and my future is hope.  I come to you, begging you, mercy, my sons  For I am your mother; I am Urantia  She seems to be asleep at this time  Dreaming of realms left behind  Sorrow fills my seas of pain  Fields of grain hit by the rain  Acts of love struglled in vain  Reality fakes in refrain  The misty wind begins to roam  My (our) mother is trying to wake us to grow  Below our feet she wants to be free  From the scars of disonesty  In darkened years of shameful fears  Can we be free from this tragedy  Soon there will be an end  The vanish of all kind  We should open our eyes  Till we still have the time  To save thy land  Sons forgive me  For I am gone  You never tried to be  What I've made you once  Why?  "We are not human beings having spiritual experiences,  We are spiritual beings having human experiences"