The Vote

The Vote

Somewhere far from my home, there is a woman I do not know,

She risked all today to make freedom for her country grow.

During all her life her country and people have been oppressed.

Every day and night has for them been filled with fear and distress.

Threats from enemies from other countries and from enemies within,

Keep her children from living in safety, and on peace to be able to depend.

 As she traveled to the place of voting, her dark eyes darted searching for danger,

Hidden in waiting there were enemies her act of courage and honor would anger.

With great care she stole carefully, finally arriving at the balloting place.

Then after her vote was marked, a tyrant disposed of it, leaving no trace.

She watched and then in discouragement returned home without a word spoken

The quest for liberty she will still pursue, for her spirit and purpose cannot be broken.

All of my life has been spent in freedom, for which nothing I have had to endure.

For by His grace I was born in a country where in liberty always I have lived secure.

For my sister living in subjugation in another place without such blessing each day,

Faithfully each morning I ask of God for her help and protection as I pray.