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Wisdom through precious words
revealed,
Falling gracefully from her lips,
Unto many ears, near and far-
Her beauty has been brought to
heal,
Twisted emotions, tortured souls;
Through it all, her own pain
concealed.
Who heals the healers' nightmares,
When they threaten to overwhelm?
She is mending the wounded
hearts-
For God has placed trust in her
care;
With love, affection, and
devotion-
Day in, day out, year after year.
Who dries angels' eyes when they
weep?
Who cuddles them, who carries
them
When the weight becomes
burdensome?
Prophets themselves are in her
keep;
The bright shining star radiates
Through her- the meaning, we all
seek.
Through her, God wishes us to
see;
He has given her name, woman-
And has placed her within our
midst;
Much closer to God she must be;
So I ask this of thee dear love,
Reach up, touch heaven for me.
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