The Heartbeat And Bloodline Of Praying African American Mothers

Legacy of Blood and Heartbeat

From the heartbeat of ancestors long gone,

Rises a rhythm—a sacred song,

Passed through blood, through bloodlines deep,

A legacy rooted in faith to keep.

Mothers praying in quiet nights,

Holding on through struggles and fights,

Their voices rising, fierce and strong,

A melody of hope all along.

The blood that flows, a sacred stream,

Carries dreams and hopes unseen,

A lineage of love that won't depart,

Written in the blood, etched in the heart.

From Grandma Lois to mother’s embrace,

A torch of faith we proudly place,

In hands of women, brave and true,

Who walk in love, who carry through.

Today, we stand on sacred ground,

A chorus of women, voices sound,

Reminding us of what’s been sown—

A legacy of faith, love, and prayer known.

To the women of today, arise,

Let your spirit reach the skies,

Carry the heartbeat, pass it on,

From dawn of time till break of dawn.

Let your prayers ignite the fire,

Lift your voices, elevate higher,

For in your blood and in your breath,

Lies the legacy that conquers death.