Godly women are so very rare
The preachers on high proclaim
So when grey hairs crept in
Three men who had never met
Had godly women mailed to them
One from islands that had been America
One from a land America once warred for
One from America’s younger brother
It was equitable, they were saved
Shedding the Mass of youth for
Full immersion and comfort
Devout they were, devout they remained
But meeting on the holy land’s streets
While their men knelt and prayed
Talking in their adopted tongues
They wondered what might have been

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