Sarah the Song in Her Eyes

Sarah the Song in Her Eyes

In the quiet shimmer of evening's glow,

Sarah stands where the past winds blow.

Her eyes, dark as the moonless night,

Hold stories of a woman’s quiet might.

Through those eyes, a song does play,

A melody of hope, love, and faith’s sway.

Her beauty, a vision time cannot fade,

Yet it’s her soul, in soft radiance laid,

That fills the room with warmth, divine,

A strength that stands through sands of time.

Her heart, a well of courage untold,

A story of trust, in love, grown bold.

From mexico riches to desert’s vast,

She journeyed far, leaving the past.

The treasures of life were not her prize,

But the whispered promise in the skies.

A love that called her to the unknown,

With faith, she stood—her courage shown.

A wife, a mother yet to be,

Her faith, like rivers, flowed so free.

Through trials faced, her heart did stay,

A beacon of light, come what may.

In her eyes, we see the grace,

A love unbroken, a sacred place.

Oh, Sarah, your song does live in me,

In every step, in every plea.

For beauty lies not just in face,

But in the strength of quiet grace.

We thank you, dear, for the love you gave,

For the faith you taught, and how you braved.