Hoping to reach the one who did raise
From the tomb to bless her life
Give her the chance to conquer her strife
With grace and beauty, so she sang
And listened as her words rang
Back from thin walls to bless her ears
And those next door, her peers
Who wondered how she could rejoice
And raise a joyous strain with tired voice
Though she lived next door, didn’t have much
Maybe one day they would ask what did touch
Her heart so deeply that she sings all day
Though they can’t hear the ones she prays
Managed to follow the writing prompt I received and make it apply to Good Friday.
Hope you are preparing for a fabulous Easter.
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