My heart a beating drum
I faced the faces that were there
to do what should be done
Fear poked me, shook me, shouting so…
you foolish woman see!and shaken though I might have been
God’s glory was to be…
He took me gently by
the hand
and said; It’s time to fight!Then just as fierce as fear had been…
it cowardly took flight.
Deo Volente
September 9, 2011
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