How does one craft a soul so bright
You can barely glimpse her splendor?
How does a heart crushed by those filled with fear
Pump blessings to all who are near her?
She’s more than coal and pressure
That over time diamonds create
She’s more than pain and agony
That have endured and aggregate
Her mind is not the product of
Random process or nature spent
But the Divine Spark within her shows
The purpose for which she’s meant
Circumstance and choices
Had their consequence and pain
But a poem that acknowledges her Author
Will have His sweet refrain
This one, Lord, is special
And was meant for higher things
So lift her up and heal her past
Give her soul a song and wings
And may her actions, words and thoughts
Conform to Your will and ways
And be an inspiration for those
Who upon her lovely life gaze
How does one craft a soul so bright
She shines for all to see?
It starts and ends with God’s design
Lived for His majesty
