Yeah, I know we're way past this blog, but this just kinda came to me.
She was young, yet old.
She was meek, yet bold.
She dearly loved her Almighty Father.
With the Devil, she did not bother.
Her mother was her pride,
Always stayed by her side.
Through thick and thin,
Her mother knew she would always win.
Siblings? No, not many.
For her she would give up any penny.
Her child-like ways
Passed her days.
In front of her, a huge dream
Not so long away now, it shall seem.
The days of her living here
She holds close, so dear.
A special man in her life,
One day she will be his wife.
Forever and ever they will stay
Until that happy, glorious day.
