a woman of Virture

Who shall be a lily among thorns
but the daughter of virtue

She works good and not evil all her days
her mouth she opens in wisdom of the Gospel of her Lord

She Works willingly with her hands to cloth her sheep
Laboring to bring food from afar
shepherding the lambs

She aquires a field and plants a vinyard
she is strenthen by her Beloved sword
girded with his power
to cultivate her fruit

Her hand is outstretched to the poor and needy
binding the wounds
applying salve

Her lamp does not go out
her oil she replenishes
drawing her children to her

She is clothed in strength and honor
in wisdom she speaks her Lords words
for he is the honor of the gate
and she praises his very name

Her children will praise her, her beloved bless her

A women, and yet not weak
she carries a sword
to cut through darkness
to shine forth his light

Who will stop her?
He has empowered her with his spirit
Her ministry to complete
Is he ashamed of her?
No, for she is his helper
to carry out his will

so he strengtens her hand
and imparts power to her call

Amen in much faith
may the bride be strong
a women, powerful in his name
inciting praise for her beloved.

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