Esther 2

A hidden crown, concealed beneath the veil,
Esther's secret, in the palace's trail.
A gentle spirit, with a purpose yet unknown,
Destined for greatness, on a fragile throne.
For such a time as this, the moment draws so near,
To face the king, and conquer every fear.
A nation's fate, held in her trembling hand,
To speak the truth, and take a righteous stand.
Though shadows loom, and danger fills the air,
She rises up, with faith beyond compare.
A queen's resolve, in every step she takes,
To break the chains, for all her people's sakes.
So let her story echo through the years,
A testament to courage, drying all our tears.
For in her heart, a flame forever burns,
A hidden crown, for such a time, she learns.
This is Esther 

The quill dances, on parchment white and vast,
A royal decree, a shadow quickly cast.
Words of power, that seal a nation's doom,
Whispered plots, within the palace room.
But destiny unfolds, with twists and turns so deep,
As Esther rises, secrets she will keep.
A queen's courage, against the tyrant's might,
To challenge darkness, and restore the light.
With every step, she breaks the chains of fear,
And wipes away, the silent, falling tear.
For in her voice, a power starts to rise,
To rewrite fate, before their very eyes.
So let the ink spill, with truth and justice bold,
A new decree, a story to be told.
The royal seal, now marks a righteous way,
As Esther triumphs, at the break of day.
Esther 

A feast of courage, set before the throne,
Esther's moment, standing there alone.
Before the king, she seeks his royal grace,
A nation's plea, etched upon her face.
With every step, a prayer within her heart,
To speak the truth, and play a vital part.
Though fear may linger, she finds strength to rise,
Reflecting hope, in her unwavering eyes.
The banquet gleams, a stage for destiny,
Where hidden plots, begin to fall so free.
With gentle words, she unveils the wicked scheme,
And shatters darkness, like a broken dream.
So let us gather, in celebration's light,
For courage triumphs, banishing the night.
Before the king, she stands, a beacon bright,
A feast of courage, bathed in pure delight.
The book of Esther 

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