For the woman that is an Angel
Your deeds stand for meekness,
The trumpet of your ways sounds melodies of beauty.
You smile to conceal your pain,
Something which, by inception, you should refrain.
But alas, you do such in order to save your family from strain.
Angelically, mostly you do this with no intention of getting a repay
Just an act of true love so gracefulness rains.
In you the hand of God reigns!
You cry in the middle of the night
While men fall asleep,
Your prayers summon the warrior knight
By form the iluminated angels
That fight the forces of darkness
That do your family caress.
In you the hand of God reigns!
When husband breaks down with stress,
You are his reliever.
Even when he is not a believer,
You pray that he finds silver;
Albet a little Gold of pleasure and reward in whatever he formidably lays his hand on.
Woman in you the hand of God reings!
You carry his child in your womb,
As he intends to pro-create.
When others have turned their vessels to tombs,
You protect life and ensure its progression.
The bitterest pain that antagonises your moods, yet you choose love only love to abide.
The change in your treasured model body shape due to the pregnacy swell,
The pain at the labor ward as you deliver into the world the Joy of new born baby.
In you the hand of God reigns!
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