Woman
Dear God, here is woman.
We Know not if she be tall or short,
Dark or fair.
We see only the blinding light
Of her love,
Her hands uplifted in prayer.
She asks not for worldly gold
Nor a man made pinnacle of success.
These would be but empty tributes
To one who taught men the value of faith
And the humble grandeur of real love.
Here are the arms that held a baby
And taught him his first steps.
She gave him fortitude
That he might scale the highest mountain.
She armored him with faith
And knowledge to meet the challenge of life.
She bade him lift his face and find the light
When the way grew dark.
He knew
That he need never fear the dark again.
She comes of every tongue,
Of every faith,
Of every land.
Her love knows no boundary of hate or despair.
Yet the force that challenges her rights
Faces the most resolute of foes.
She will ever be on guard to protect her own.
See her now, oh Lord.
She stands in all her humility,
Her love,
Her beauty,
And her righteous dignity.
In her heart she knows no fear,
Her heritage secure
In her own steadfastness,
For her, dear Lord, we thank thee.
The Writings of Zelda Lorraine Brown Kline
Edited by Owen A. Kline and Michael E. Kline. Assistant Photo Editor David O. Kline
Copyright @1999 The Kline Family Organization, Inc.
First published in the United States of America by The Kline Family Organization, Inc. 4381 West 5375 South Kearns, Utah 84118
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