There once lived, during a time of woe and waste,

a young girl full of happiness and hope.

In a world of shame and suffering,

she was destined to stand as a glimmer of light.

However, every day, the beasts of the soul-destroyer constantly attacked

and strove to extinguish her fervent fire.

Everywhere she looked, the monsters had already made their mark.

Temptation and Sin had come to visit those she loved,

yet never did the righteous warrior allow them to knock on her guarded door.

The flower in bloom knew that fate had a plan for her life,

she was to be Joseph during times of lust and hardships.

She was to be strong and loyal to her king.

The hero knew she must protect her people

and kill the foul creatures of the enemy.

So day by day, the bright example built up her strength,

and declared to the world her unique determination.

Every morning at sunrise, she would stare at the sky, smile, and say,

“I am no ordinary person, but rather a rock and shield,

and I am certain that no force, wind, rain, or hail, can pull my roots out of this earth”.

The flower, servant of the Most High King,

could not possibly know yet, the storms coming her way.

 

On a wonderful, bright morning,

when the Creator’s graceful hand painted a portrait of magnificence in the heavens,

all seemed to be going fine until a trace of temptation snuck into the light

and snatched the beautiful girl’s innocent heart.

She was suddenly taken to a dungeon of doom,

filled with the cries of filthy, lustful desires,

and a realization of the wrong and wickedness inside the chamber dawned on her confused, bothered mind.

Temptation’s partner Rebellion walked past her

and whispered luring persuasions in her ear.

How could the young warrior fight off such powerful forces?

She looked around the dark room and saw that each person in every space, every corner, every hiding spot,

carried the same chains around their ankles.

All were trapped, imprisoned, and miserable because of these demons.

Their hearts had been ripped out of their chests, torn into pieces,

bitten and chewed on by the monsters.

Their pure blood flowed onto the ground

and their hearts were contaminated with poison no less dangerous than that of a snake’s venom;

there was little hope.

As the kidnappers circled around their prey,

their presence, like chunks of hail falling upon a delicate flower,

threatened to trample her down,

and cut off her admirable, rare existence.

Then, out of the gracious, merciful throne of the king,

the king himself sent down his spirit.

An ounce of energy from within, born with,

and given to by the Lord of the Heavens, like the strength of Samson,

burst out of the determined women’s radiant soul

and she mightily swung her majestic sword of wisdom in an arc.

“Off with your head!” she screamed loudly,

finishing off the last of the ugly beasts.

Providence determined the outcome of her battle;

good was to always conquer evil.

The fight was over.

Weary from the encounter,

the once-flourishing rose lay down upon the soft, damp ground to rest.

Within her heart was a satisfaction that nothing could ever fully describe.

Her time was coming to an end.

Death’s carriage waited outside her door to take her to the king’s palace.

She was ready to leave, for she had lived a life of greatness,

being true to her faith, ready for action at all times,

willing to risk all for the protection of those she loved.

Upon arriving at the gates of the palace,

the royal, glorious passageway began to open.

As the victorious women was about to pass through in her carriage of gold,

she took one last glimpse at the world she had lived in.

What she saw filled her with an indescribable joy and honor;

she saw love in her people, hope of salvation.

The wise woman closed her eyes.

She was ready to open them again and finally meet her lord.