Catherine Ann Porfidio
Catherine Soft as the down of floating clouds
Gentle as the cooing dove
Brilliant as the red blooming bud
Of all she has giving thereof
A heart that reaches to the heart of God
A mind that seeks His guidance
A being that in His love is shod
That worships Him in jubilant silence
His guidance she accepts
His love she doth project
Their pain she intercepts
Not knowing what’s coming next
Child of God, preparing
To follow the Father on
Always she’ll be sharing
Never once to be withdrawn