Vitoriah.

I will dance with you in the rain of your days

From the storming waves to the pillar clouds of smoke

I will hear you call My Name

My goddess dressed in white with a golden slash

Clothed in love and grace

Oh, how I have anointed your beautiful face

Your faith in Me moves mountains and increases flows in the streams

Your lonely crown of thorns is dust under your naked feet

A fragile lamb with a mighty lions roar

Whose prayers never cease

For you My queen, I hear

I grant you all of eternity with Me at the table I prepare.

Thank you, Lord!

With Love, Vitoriah