By Opal A. Richey | Founder of SheBravely
She wakes to whispers of the dawn,
A tender strength to carry on,
Rooted deep where faith takes hold,
Her heart a flame against the cold.
Through weary miles, she finds her rest,
His promises upon her chest,
A hand to lift, a soul to share,
Grace weaves love through every prayer.
The shadows fade, the spirit mends,
In sacred bonds with faithful friends,
Her voice a balm, her words a call,
To rise in faith, to stand through all.
No storm can dim the glow she keeps,
For in His care, her wellness deepens,
A corner bright, a haven true,
Where sisters bloom as mercy’s due.
Come, gather near, let’s hold this space,
A journey bathed in holy grace,
Together whole, our spirits sing,
His light the spark for everything.