Though not the light, I still reflect His glow-
The first to see, because I first believed.
Take courage, heart, for into you He's breathed
His gentle strength, which banished ice and snow.
Pass through the wardrobe door, new worlds to know,
If you will wander where His paw prints lead.
He isn't tame, but He is good indeed.
The Lion; hear His voice and feel hope grow.
While once and always queen, I am content
To bide the time 'til I am called again.
I'll seek Him here and learn His other name
Amid the shrapnel dust and war's lament.
His voice, though soft, yet echoes the refrain
That bids the stars to shine and seas be tame.
