The Calling
In the dead of night when mortals sleep A candle was lit in a humble’s keep. A Voice was heard (The Voice of the unheard) By this maid who seems younger Could not prolong her sleep any longer. In the dead of night she set forth, A shield, an armour – she carried both. A candle in her hand She left the land Sweet, tender but bold at heart Ventured the unknown of precious earth. At the dawn of light she finally arrived To a place of dark where people strive. Anger, hate, greed, deception Anguish, sorrow, rejection Standing bare she held out her candle As far as to every home she was able. At the dawn of light with all her might Fought against the dark with all her light. With the shield of the Cross Armour of the Holy Ghost The Voice led her on and dwelt her heart Until the Gospel was spread in everyone’s heart. In the triumph of light when darkness fled The girl rejoiced with a peaceful pledge. Soon her soul shall rest to that Golden Yard To the right of