She didn’t wait for history’s call— She wrote it on the chapel wall. With William’s hand and Spirit’s flame, She built an Army in His name. Not for comfort, not for ease, But for the broken on their knees. She saw the world in need of grace, And stood with fire in every place.
Cath’rine—your courage still ignites, A holy flame that still burns bright. You gave your voice, your heart, your pen, To wake the world again and again. You built on truth, not shifting sand, With Gospel fire and steady hand. We walk the road that you began— With Christ our rock, and open hands.
She said, “Disturb the present pain, If you would see the future change.” She saw the church grow soft and still, And cried, “Rise up! Fulfill His will!” She preached the Word with holy might, And called the sleeping into light. She said, “Don’t ask for easy posts— Just serve with joy and trust the Ghost.”
She cast off chains of culture’s weight, Let love run wild, let mercy wait. She saw the poor, the lost, the shamed, And called them each by heaven’s name. She said, “The Gospel’s not a creed— It’s Jesus living, meeting need.” Her covenant was not just signed— It burned within her heart and mind.
Cath’rine—your voice still speaks, Through every soul the Army seeks. You built a movement on the Word, Where love is lived and truth is heard. You stirred the hearts, you shook the ground, Where broken lives are now unbound. We carry on what you began— With Christ our rock, and open hands.
The waters rise, but so do we, With holy strength and destiny. We are not here for comfort’s end— We are the ones who rise again. Catherine… we rise again.
Cath’rine—your voice still speaks, Through every soul the Army seeks. You built a movement on the Word, Where love is lived and truth is heard. You stirred the hearts, you shook the ground, Where broken lives are now unbound. We carry on what you began— With Christ our rock, and open hands.
