I would like to see her face again.
She lives with wonder; she sings with grace
A hundred tragedies, her faith unmoved
She laughs like an angel
She speaks with loving honesty
She works with sincere diligence
She thinks deeply, compassionately
Spontaneous dancing to invisible music
Hope is written on her face
Freedom woven into her body
Redemption sewed into her soul.
Children, the elderly, the retarded— none escape her
grace
A river of joy gushes from her voice, drips from her words
I want to move to her hometown the Wedding Feast
Laughter unity celebration serenity—
Not for a weekend but a lifetime
Beautiful, restored Zion.
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