Cinnamon's July

Nobility in Motherhood

There is a queen who wears a crown that shines;

Its jewels are sparkles in her children's eyes.

Her shoes were made to walk a thousand roads

To see her sons and daughters safely home.

Her robes were woven each day thread on thread

With acts of love and service as she lead.

Her fingers glitter with a diamond spray

Made from the glint of tears she's wiped away.

Her throat bears a cascade of priceless worth

Made of the times she heard her children's mirth.

Her left hand holds a book of truths she's lived

And taught and hopes her children honor give.           

Her right hand wields a sword to fight the dark

Lest demons on her loved ones make a mark.

Her countenance shines with a strength within

Born of the knowledge that with Christ she'll win.

At her side there is a king who is the One.       

He is her love, hero and paladin.

To be this woman's where my heart is bent,

To wear those robes, her gems, my ornament.