Oh in the blows that life sometimes offers, the godly work is never in vain. Therefore, let only God’s will be done in my life.  

Look, they call me a witch and wish that I would die, but look, God sends His angel to strengthen me.

They call me a whore, but their tongue is silenced because all that I hear is a heavenly song of turtledoves cooing.

Yes, the messenger must die, but my God is so great and He sees me in all my distress.

So, listen to my joyous song, with so much undeserved Mercy offered to me, a little sinner.

So, even if they call me a witch, just a piece of dirt that must die, God still sends His angel to encourage and strengthen me.