Triumphant Daughter by Kai-Anne Clews

Oh sing again of her, The shield maiden of the cross She free of vanity Her battlefield she crossed. Oh tell again of her courage Her humble peasant faith That placed heaven itself into her arms And quieted that debate. How swift of foot that nimble soul An eagle high that yields to the wind How she soared, to follow Him, and How she still flies, soaring, By His side. Her eyes may pierce the fallen Her eyes so like Her sons, She has been given leave to bring warning, To every country, every people, everyone. She calls us little children, For the expanses of her heart In knowing and Loving Christ, To us would seem Frightful Depths, And we would miss its delight… That even this great Lady, Is but a dove in the Lord’s magnificence, She is our shield maiden of eternity, And is defiant to all our indifference.