Mukwanjiru

In a realm where echoes softly sing,

Mukwanjiru, with heart aflutter, took wing.

Through whispers of fate, a divine decree,

She unearthed the truth, a revelation, set free.

God's call echoed in the still of the night,

A sacred mission, bathed in celestial light.

Mukwanjiru, humble soul, eyes wide,

Embraced the purpose only she could confide.

In the tapestry of destiny, threads align,

Her journey unfurls, a narrative divine.

Through valleys of doubt and peaks of grace,

Mukwanjiru strides, finding her place.

Through trials and triumphs, she would trod,

A vessel chosen, marked by the hand of God.

In the symphony of purpose, a melody clear,

Mukwanjiru dances, shedding every fear.

For in the quietude of self-discovery,

She found the calling, her sacred reverie.

Only she, a singular note in God's grand score,

Mukwanjiru walks the path, forevermore.