Tears stained her cheek
She was hurt
Punished for sins not of her own
She looked around lost
She had left to serve The Lord
She found joy and glad tidings
Yet here she stood ready to be sent away
Wrong by ones so close that she still called friend
I yearn to heal, hold and bring peace to her.
She is here but so far away
What could I do for one I love so dear.
The thought comes to life bright and clear
Copper chains of a wonderful hues encircle me
I have carried strength upon my neck and back
I break it free and with pure joy adorn it around her neck, heart and soul.
With a smile I whisper “carry my strength with thee for as long as you need”
“Then one day set it yet again free”