They are each sketched so very lightly,
These sisters dear from centuries past;
Touching scenes with time have not faded;
Loving deeds and devotedness last.
Join the mourners weeping for Dorcas,
Admiring coats and garments she’d sewn;
Visit Phebe preparing to journey
On an arduous voyage to Rome.
Could I visit awhile with Mary?
She might share what she gleaned at His feet!
Or drop in on Priscilla in Corinth…
In her home where the Christians all meet?
Lydia kneels and prays by the river,
In a city of idols and strife;
We’re encouraged by Lois and Eunice,
For their faith worked in Timothy’s life.
Each displays a meek, gentle spirit,
Sisters going their various ways …
Unaware how much they’d encourage
Us—in twenty-first-century days!
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