Upon the prettiest of shoulders did she carry her load.
With gumption and joy her life was forged.
Upon a promise of love her spirit did gorge.
Forever to know, a promise was made.
His son in a tomb for three days had been laid.
Water to wine and red to white.
Her life brought forth from dark to light.
Now in eternity her name to remain.
Days of worship and peace for her to gain.
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