Personal Savior

She found me on the streets and weak
No betteroff than I, she picked me up
Homeless herself, she gave me shelter
She was frightened to go to her home
Yet somehow she guided me back to mine

She will soar with the angels
For she is one
She will live with the saints
For she is mine

I could see her wounds, still she dressed mine
She could hardly carry her own burdens
Then she took me under her wing
Christ-like she watched my blistered feet
And helped me to walk on them again

She will live amongst the legends
For She is one
She will die amongst the heroes
For she is mine

For all she did, I did merely a tenth
For all the light that flowed from her
I was a mere cangle flame to her
For all that she was,I will never be

She will be held up along the greats
For she is my personal savior