Awoken, her eyes turned up into his,
Flames dancing but of a different sort,
Burning liquid surging from her feet,
The strength of a woman, not in the least
like Catherine's sister, accepting her lot,
No - dignity that raises heads, eyes alit.
Smiling, she spoke of confidence
Of faith in Creator and Friend,
Father who provides, who loves and protects,
His eyes piqued, not expecting a distance,
More of a plea for his return, then,
Her burning tears, now joyous, no lack
Flow with praises, free with godly defiance.
Burning tears please don't flood my heart,
Let me stay hopeful, and not in bitterness live,
Flow out instead a river of joy
Faith proclaiming, love still giving.
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