Shunned At A Funeral - Woman

By the river where the market breathes
She counted cloth and kept her word
Purple folded and singing
Like a promise only kings could once afford
God unsealed her listening heart to broken before her plea
Grace arrived and made a dwelling
And a church was born where she would be
Strong
Not loud, but standing still
Hands made brave by faithful will
Loving called, yet never spared
The cost of being chosen then