Her beloved children, she longs to shield,
In God’s embrace, their wounds will yield.
Separated by forces unseen, aching to hold them tight,
She clings to hope, through the fight.
A battle that is more than meets the eye rages on,
For her children’s hearts, she fights until dawn,
The enemy lurks, with intentions vile,
But she stands firm, with unwavering guile.
With prayer as her weapon, and faith as her shield,
She marches forth, across the battlefield,
For this war is not of flesh and bone,
But a spiritual one, in which she’s not alone.
In God’s light, their hearts to save,
From the darkness that seeks to break and enslave,
She fights with love, and with fervent prayer,
Knowing that God’s presence is always there.
Through valleys low and mountains high,
She’ll press on, with a steadfast eye,
For her children are worth the fight,
And in God’s strength, she finds her might.
Gemma