Poem: The Purple Woman by Joyce Rogers

The Purple Woman

And yes, all colors are beautiful,
This I know,
But a woman covered in purple,
Moves with a different flow.

She walks with confidence
In purples unseen.
Each eye that sees her,
Beholds a royal queen.

She spills wisdom
From her vase during
The storms of night.
One can feel
The breath of her strength
When she gives insight.

Being purple myself,
I covet such for a friend.
She can guide me through a start,
Entirely to the end.

She lives in a zone
Where very few will trod.
Yet she's the first one they call
When they need to hear from God.

And though I’ve grown to the point,
Where I can hear God for myself,
I am humbled beneath her table,
To eat the crumbs of wisdom’s wealth.

She prepares her heart in private,
To seek God for me.
He has even shown my
Tears...my drops toward destiny.

She can touch the finger of God
With the very word of her tongue.
When she stands to her feet,
We know the battle is won.

If you know a purple woman,
Your pastor, sister or wife,
Count yourself real blessed,
To have this woman in your life.

There’s a break through in your wallet
Beyond the ones and tens,
Be a blessing to this woman,
She’s been a wonderful friend.

Copyright © 2002 by Joyce Rogers

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