Taking some time to review my unfinished or unpublished drafts I'm going to be posting bits and pieces that have just sat for a while. I hope they're of some encouragement.
There is a woman whose beauty is beyond compare,
whose glory shines like the sun;
Her name is not known and her face is not seen yet her work is assuredly done.
Like a fine silken cloth she catches the Wind and dances in glorious splendour,
Yet the Lord holds her fast so the Wind will not pass;
He has called her to harness His grandeur.
So she holds to the mast with a strength not her own,
Ever faithful and strong without tearing,
Here her beauty now shows as she billoughs and blows
with His breath on her back she is soaring;
This woman wastes not her life on sweet tasting strife,
Beauty that's dead - unavailing,
For the ship that He guides now with her cuts the tides