Our Maiden's Fire

A King without a Joan of Arc
Is a land without a maiden’s fire
Where lies our hope of that desire
To see her shining in the dark

Who sees her coming in the spring
Who gathers near her thoughts embraced
Her voice with God is interlaced
Of woven garments for our King

We find her in our public schools
She marches through the halls with pride
Our maker is so near her side
Reminding all our holy rules

She loves without a judgment call
Her hands are stretched out for this need
For all the weaker ones who bleed
She cares so that they may not fall

Like Joan of Arc in modern time
She suffers at the fate of all
Dark flaming arrows that befall
Unholy voices set to rhyme

Peer pressure comes that she may fight
This woman child of truth within
To lift her soul afar from sin
As Grace beneath her wings take flight

She floats throughout the mind and heart
Like dreams of butterflies return
A vessel sent that we may learn
That by His hand we do our part

She only leaves a memory sweet
Even after all the rain is come
We seek the place where she is from
Of where we all may one day meet

She strikes a blow with gentle eyes
With softness in her tender touch
Let every creature crave so much
Compassion in her heart that cries

And when her tears should fall on you
It makes you feel a King so great
To draw so near this royal gate
Of innocents on wings that flew

And flying still, she’ll always be
On mounted wings like that great bird
She is the message of His Word
Above all Knights she teaches thee

Please take in every word she breathes
Regain once more our Spirit flight
And make our days far from the night
Our dawn of gentle summer breeze

Above all these, this child will speak
Of heaven’s dream within her soul
She comes once more to do her role
Forever will she lift the weak

She rides upon a mighty steed
With armor shining all ablaze
Her Sword is seen through all her days
Of Angels gathered near to feed

And feed, they do . . . from heart to heart
With dreams to lace her somber field
Of whispered peace our Father willed
She is for Him a flaming dart