On the occasion of her 17th birthday:
If pretty is as pretty does
And Clara does the best,
Then all who know the inward glow
With heaven must attest.
The race she runs until she's done
Devotion in each breath.
She walks up tall, considers all,
Then loves them right and left.
But in her still, a heart of steel
Puts doctrine to the test,
And when in truth sees glory's views,
She twirls in righteous dress,
She sings all day and when dusk breaks,
Her voice, I fear, is strained,
Yet if she held ten thousand words,
She'd lift again in praise.
But Father, I worry for her,
Not for body's safety,
But my regard is for her heart
That lends from her plenty.
Her fault, though small, is giving all
Leaving her cup empty
From which she takes, tries to remake
A girl, a woman, shifting.
So, dear God, concerning Clara,
A girl worth fighting for,
I ask hold fast my sister in
Your everlasting arms.