High Priestess

The glow of your skin illuminates in the sun,

Angels swarm around your very words,

As you walk in Spirit, Speaking to the Mountains.

The Devil quakes at the sound of your feet,

Bound by the gospel of peace.

Fastening yourself with the belt of truth,

And opening the righteousness of your breastplate,

In my need of comfort.

You use your faith to shield me

From the flaming darts of my pain,

Protect my mind with a helmet of salvation,

And arm me with the sword of the Spirit in which you walk in.

O High Priestess, Glory be to God for assigning you to my life.

Raising me in the way that I should go.

For you will  forever be my first love.

Give thanks to the High Priestess.