I go into to battle every day with no reprieve.
A soldier, a comforter and a queen.
Only there is no hate, no enemy to despise.
From the heart is where the battles arise.
Sickness, injuries, feelings of despair;
might fall upon those in my care.
I’ll pick them up, lift them up and empower their spirit.
With a full heart and strong, willful grit.
This woman warrior truly understands fears.
I stand with courage and wipe the tears;
of those who are willing to seek support.
Anyone who asks, I am happy to assist;
with loving arms and a virtuous kiss.
In every man, woman, and child, I see God’s beautiful light.
This is more the reason I fight;
for their spirits, their hearts, and their very lives.
I’ll take on humiliating blows from they who put me down.
It might sting, rock me a bit and jostle my…
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