Light shines in those dark eyes
like a star, reflected on the sea.
One prophesied is here.
One called not to lead but to care,
to cry, to fear, to watch, to break
and, at the last, rejoice.
One who can hold the hopes of the world
She now cries, yet through her tears
she will see a world remade
powers broken, the poor made great.
One called to receive, then give to the world,
and a way is made in the desert
and a home to welcome a King.
Beautiful.
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