A Note To a Sister

To you, my lovely Hermie You can be the star That shines bright at night; If, you wanted to be. You can be the bird’s song That fills the air of early morn; If, you wanted to be. You can be the Angel’s trumpet That welcomes the first cockcrow; If, you wanted to be. You can be the alabaster rose That blooms in the Master’s garden; If, you wanted to be. You can be the mountain That chants lullabies in soft falsetto; If, you wanted to be. You can be anything… And, you can have everything; If, you wanted to be. If, and only if… You ask all of these, Only, in the name of our God. One thing thou, sure, I know… You’re one of the backbones Of His sacred choir. Come, O come, let us sing The hymns of praises, in one voice For the Lord’s rejoicing. Remember thou, O lovely Hermie If, you choose to be the alabaster rose, Be the flower, not the prickly thorn. ‘Tis my wish for you, O my sister Greet me, O greet me, with a holy kiss For I am your brother, in Christ.