Old ragged woman
‘Fraid and thin
Whispers quietly
A prayer to heaven
As she lies in her sin

Protect my mother
Keep my father strong
May my daughter be obedient
Knowing right from wrong

Her hands clasp gently
Wood worn beneath her knees
A scarper from desires within
A surrender unto peace

Lord, far have I wandered
Mountains I could not climb
The depths of the sea
Fought to swallow me

In her pain a soft voice came
Gently and gleefully
Whispered; I am yours
And with you I shall be