Wayfairing Wounded Wondrously Prayerfully!

She lived in a fog
All choked up in a smog
Lost like a pollywog
that’s stuck on a log
In a polluted bog
Just like an underdog
She’s now Wayfairing
Wounded Wondrously

She prayed to be free
From this calamity
Immersed in misery
Yearning for harmony
Wholeheartedly
She’s now Wayfairing
Wounded Wondrously

What came was prophecy
Spoken eloquently
She began bibliomancy
Yearning to be holy
She began to see people heavenly
She’s now Wayfairing
Wounded Wondrously

She’s now a Maestro
Keenly tuning her soul
With Universal resonance
She’s an eminent composer
In her symphony with God
Her music never runs mainstream

She challenges reality and deniality
Oh so tenderly with a true ability
She speaks so softly
And understands humanity
She sees God’s graces for Eternity

She steers well by God’s chart
His way is a Piece of Art
She listens with her heart
And hears Mozart
As she composes her start
Where she plays her part
She’s now Wayfairing
Wounded Wondrously
She’s now Wayfairing
Wounded Wondrously.