Silver strands in her crown
Neatly in place
Tidy and purposely put

Her robe, warm against the snow
Her shoes, ready to walk
Her skirt, armor for the day at hand

Her scepter, a needle
When put in her hand
The point leading to a creative mighty work

A queen among the wise cedars
Among the granite mountain peaks
A queen of purpose, of knowledge
And putting things right

Quick to repel danger
Sharp as her needle to stave off the enemy
Alert, watchful of the horizon
At the ready to protect the beauty of
Childhood, of freedom, of higher purposes

Her silver crown was respected
Her diplomacy deliberate, intelligent
Her walk was to lead, to organize, to find better ways
Her standards, high

Her silver crown defended
Her homeland among tall mountains
Her silver voice carried her hopes, her wishes
Her goals, in tones that could be heard clearly

Standing tall
Yet she could bend
To help her husband
To hold her grandson
To give a kind word of encouragement
To laugh from her heart, deep down
To bow her head in prayer
and her crown would not slip off

Goodness comes in many ways
She had a strong way of loving us
And a determined life of service
To her family, her people, her God

Her spirit will continue
To shine in our mountain country
And standing in His glory
Her crown will be radiant