A choice was made
Hearts were changed
The Adversary’s moves were already laid

Full of faith, she set her first pace
Off to the west, to a better place

She worried not of what was to come
She had seen the valley of joy and peace in her dreams
A smile lights her face, she feels like she could run

She walks and walks and her faith is strong
She has no doubts, though the road begins to get long

She is starting to feel, the blisters on her feet
And it’s been a few days since she has had anything to eat

The numbness sets in and she has no smile
And she hasn’t had time to hope in awhile

Her baby will come soon and she thinks in her heart
That this time, she won’t be able to play her part

As her baby comes in the freezing night
Who knows the fear she feels?
And who can ever understand her sorrow?
At the moment, there is no sun tomorrow.

She pleads with God to spare her child,
She pleads with God to give her strength,
She pleads with God to let this cup pass,
Nevertheless, “Thy will be done.”

“Thy will be done.” She utters under her breath
As they lower her baby into a cold grave, after his death

The adversary laughs, and is sure he has won
This move works every time, he is having fun

So much for her faith, her spirit is broke
This will follow her like an oxen yoke

About the yoke he was correct
But then something happened that he did not expect

The yoke was heavy, but then her strength grew strong
And it now helped her to carry more burdens, on that road that was long

So she continues on, one step at a time
Here faith still there but now it is fine

Just like a jewel that’s been cut by an expert hand
And it’s strong and it shines and is extremely grand

No adversary can touch her and of death there is no fright
She is not afraid of that last mysterious flight

On and on and on she pushes
Until that sweet morning, through the stones and the bushes

She stands above Gods great land
And glimpses for the first time the work of his hand

She’d made it, she’d done it, she is home
Never again will she have to roam

This is a woman from whom I descend
Her strength was passed to me
I will not pretend

My path is different, my trials not the same
But they are just as trying and bring me much pain

Sometimes I feel, like I cannot make it
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel like it’s just too hard

And I feel like my flowing tears, just might drown me this time

And then I think of her and what she did
I raise my face that for too long has been hid

I see her there standing above me
A very beautiful lovely sight is she

“Lift up your heart daughter of Zion.” she says
“Move forward my child and stop your crying.”

“Where you are now, I too have been.”
“Lift up your head, don’t droop in sin”

“Your yoke will make you strong”
“Your journey will soon not seem so long”

And so I move on, one step at a time
Waiting for that day when my own strength is strong
And my faith is fine

And no Adversary can touch me for I’m hard as a jewel
And in the master’s hand, I will be a tool.