Gently has she entered into this place

Sweet she is with an angels face

With a quiet but mighty power

And yet as delicate as a flower

Sayings thing I like to hear

Her words come softly to my ear

Yet they speak with a resounding roar

Leaving me wanting and wishing for more

Compassion she has in abundance great

Has no time for strife or hate

Wielding this sword of warming compassion

She dispels sunless days in a quick fashion

A sun breaks forth from the clouds

And they scatter in tattered shrouds

Warming light shines down from above

And I hear the cooing of a dove.

New day dawns with its light

Reds and golds so colorfully bright

Yet worth more than all the world's gold

Is this bond of friendship that we hold