I happened to meet a sweet visitant
Cool whispers were in her hair,
Her soul was home to mysteries,
Her heart - to the passionate dare.
Her being, so extraterrestrial,
Descended from the heavenly sky,
The moment you saw the visitant,
You knew you would never die.
She flew with the swans so white
Your eyes would almost hurt,
She grew with the wings so light
To soar high from the earthly dirt.
She kept far herself from the sins,
She would hold herself afloat
In the world of abhorrent scenes
In her little rescue boat.
She would rescue those who prayed
To get aid from the heaven above,
Not a single time betrayed
Those hearts who believed in her love.
With her little rescue boat
She could handle to save the crowd
Still remaining always afloat
The bad deeds that were getting so loud.
With her little boat she did
So much more than one could afford
With the passion taking lead
To bring brethren to Almighty Lord.
With her little hand she would give
So much light enough to ignite
Bliss and faith, hope and belief,
Love in heart and the mind's bright.
And she managed to free the minds
From deep slumber of human dark
She gave back the sight to the blind,
And she carried the angel's mark.
With her little rescue boat
She brought many drowned ashore,
She brought dead to life with note
And showed them to the new way's door.
She brought heaven in every soul
That got trapped in loss and despair
With her little rescue boat
And her sparkling inspiring glare.
With her little rescue boat
And the righteous divine affair
She brought heaven in every soul
That was saved by her sisterly prayer.