But why did you let her to the torture? You allowed the queen to have fourteen bruises To be stabbed forty times, by the butcher Is it for her love towards You, Master That she had to pay the price to a traitor? The saint who loved You and was alone Did You walk with her along the pasture? Why did You let her to be killed and thrown? Is humiliation Your divine crown?
But when the lonely saint's body mangled, Could You hold her live soul, as You promised? Holding did You stand by her side enthralled? To welcome and hold her hand to be kissed Or did You leave her alone in the wild? As her life blood oozed out to the road side As humanity ran away cold and chilled Leaving her body numbed to lifeless fold Did you stand to honor her faith profound?
Who that sent her alone, is responsible? Am I not liable to give a reply Being a part of His tabernacle? All saints are lonely, even as they die Is it the pay, the price of staunch disciple? Yes people run away from those who cry Even the best comrades are changeable In times of prosperity swarm like flies In hardship time they run away like mice
Was it an omen that the bus got cancelled Cancelled the trip to scheme the ritual **** Near the Snehasadan convent she smelled The plotting to end her at Nachanbore Hill For cold blooded slaughter a seat will be held The bus named Kapil decked as a hearse The murderers three had venomous blade Broke a coconut and teased her to rehearse The ****** with multiple maims with curse
If she were like a lamb of meekness The sacrifice would have ended in one stroke But she was brave, like a lone lioness, Like David she was in a woman's cloak Being a nun of virtuous righteousness The devil had to inflict forty knife wounds Fourteen bruises to shut her call to Jesus She definitely fought like lioness
“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me He anointed me to preach the Good News" Wasn't she following Your decree Proclaiming release to the debt ridden natives Giving of sight to tribal community Setting at liberty those oppressed captives, Proclaiming the acceptable year of thee? Does the path of sainthood cost such hefty fee?
But lord You promised even the good thief Entry to join You in heaven the same day Then how much You would care for her belief Who talked Your words in life and walked Your way Suffered fourteen bruise and forty wounds of knife How happily You would usher her way Having taken her among the Blessed Saints To pay layman's thanks and prayers to say On earth too she inspires those who admire And want to follow You Jesus our Savior