Dearest
Almighty,
If it please You, my King of Kings, the Lion, the Lamb, the Redeemer of all sinners, the truest Love of my heart, Keeper of my soul ... will Mr. McIrish and I finally be blessed with a Soldier of You of our very own
unlike those six abominations from his heathen whore of an ex-wife who had the temerity to flout Your curse of infertility and involved secular scientists to conceive said monsters outside of her womb in a most arrogant and blasphemous fashion?
I would love nothing more than to present my dear husband with a REAL baby boy, born to serve YOU!
With Humble Thanks and Ebullient Praise
Mrs. Paddy McIrish