Lord Our Infusion

Seen through the illusion 
I took hold of your hand
Many did not understand
Why  as a girl so smart and innocent
Stood as your gal of providence
Many laugh and pick at her
My Lord said enough she is a believer
Gave her her pen
And off she went 
To see how far her ink would go
She sent it up to show

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