Queens gather as in the holy book

They jostle together with gladdened look

They look intently at the holy page

As revealed they see a coming age.

The aeons pass and there is no reprieve

From the grip of sin so easily perceived

The maddening ray of holy writ

Gives boldness, strength and true grit.

They labour on with fearless grace

And never slacken nor quicken the pace

As they walk for sure with the Black King

Ever praising His love to sing.

Do not judge for the time is late

No room for darkness or sullen hate

Spring forward and all will be well

Their messages of grace to tell.