Mother Cow

Wonderful, mother cow!
I admire you as you eat grass
So graciously, I just like it;
So sweet to thee, I see and feel;
For you have maintained your ways,
Unlike the man who fell for knowledge, 
Whisked into bondage by it he was:
And so bad that I was in that man, lost!

Praise God for the wonderful redemption, 
That one of these days, 
In bondage I will never be,
For out of man, into Christ, am gone.

Mother cow, how pleasant your look!
In your original estate you remain,
Eating what your maker gave thee;
And satisfied thou art, resting still,
How unlike man who covets the mire!
And falls for knowledge, the snare of death!
To commune with the Word, he loathes,
In the swamp of death headlong he goes.

Praise God for the wonderful redemption, 
That one of these days, 
In bondage I will never be,
For out of man, into Christ, am gone.

Mother cow, what a challenge to me!
Dressed by the word, you are satisfied,
No makeup, no cosmetics to mar
God’s look and feel in thee:
Being married to the word you remain,
Clothed by the same, happy art thou!
The firstborn of all your example remains,
Natural as he made thee, no additions.

Praise God for the wonderful redemption, 
That one of these days, 
In bondage I will never be,
For out of man, into Christ, am gone.

To bring forth the spoken word 
The original seed was her lot,
Eve the mother of all to be, was promised
That the begotten of God her firstborn to be,
But she missed it for carnal knowledge,
Her desire averse, for cosmetics,
For make-ups, for idols, so whorish!
Plunged her all into the mire of death.

Praise God for the wonderful redemption, 
That one of these days, 
In bondage I will never be,
For out of man, into Christ, am gone.

That's why the Bible says (how true!),
Man shall not live by bread alone 
But by every word that out of the mouth God comes,
How pleasant that bread is for me!
How sweet that communion upon my heart!
The Word made flesh, my meat and drink:
Grass for mother cow, but the Word for me!
To cloth, to dress, to feed, to satisfy!

Praise God for the wonderful redemption, 
That one of these days, 
In bondage I will never be,
For out of man, into Christ, am gone.

Man to be restored God has spoken!
Upon the tree of life to commune:
The seals opened, my chains fall off,
The seventh seal preached to me, 
Back to Eden I dash, free, happy and healed!
Communing on the body of Jesus the Son
Hallelujah! What a table for me!
The revelation of eternal bliss now mine.

Dressing and clothing me in 
Holiness, 
In righteousness and truth I shine!
All the handwork of the Word,
Oh what a wonderful time it  is for me!
The curse clean dissolved, gone! 
No Sweeting again for me to eat and die; 
No pangs for women, the sorrow of death, 
The Word has done it, once for all.

Praise God for the wonderful redemption, 
That one of these days, 
In bondage I will never be,
For out of man, into Christ, am gone.

The original seed brings out children of God,
Children of the word like Christ, 
No more Cainites in the vineyard of the Lord! 
But only children of the spoken word,
Exactly like the Word to be, no more,
They know nothing less nor more than the Word! 
Men and women with a backbone of the Word!
They only know “Thus says their father,” 

Praise God for the wonderful redemption, 
That one of these days, 
In bondage I will never be,
For out of man, into Christ, am gone.


Oh! How pleasant it is for a miss cow!
Has no knowledge to invent this and that,
Yet without her science has no source for milk,
Such knowledge is too high for science;
Man with all his knowledge cannot 
Produce a drop of milk that mother cow does
Sure, stoop down to mother cow, they must,
If a drop of milk they find, to gladden their kitchen.

Praise God for the wonderful redemption, 
That one of these days, 
In bondage I will never be,
For out of man, into Christ, am gone.

Oh, Miss cow, you're naturally beautiful!
You have no use of make-ups to adorn yourself;
Unlike the fallen man, you have no idols,
No need of vulgar music to entertain your heart;
Thou seeketh no liquor, no drugs, for madness:
One garment forever is enough for you,
Thy shoes like brass they sparkle!
Grass is enough for your table!

Glory to God that unto the bride is now given 
That she should be arrayed in fine linen, 
Clean and white which is the righteousness of the saints!
Wonderful restoration to the woman!
No more to walk with wanton eyes, 
But naturally beautiful to her husband,
The spoken word the original seed, she is!

Praise God for the wonderful redemption, 
That one of these days, 
In bondage I will never be,
For out of man, into Christ, am gone.