Today (04/05) is my wife’s birthday. There’s much I could say about how much I admire her, appreciate her, love her…and all I could say would be pathetically inadequate. However, here’s a poem I wrote for her, in tribute of her and many other godly wives and mothers. This probably isn’t that great…but it is my stab at describing how marvelously wonderful a godly woman is!
She rises early, stays up late,
awakes at midnight’s hour.
She labors with relentless love
for her man and children.
Her payment is not found in banks,
nor bonds, nor earthly store;
for all her work she yet receives
a lasting glory trove.
Her body bears the sacred proof,
that she’s a womb for life.
Sacrificial scars of bearing,
rearing, training children,
adorn her both inside and out,
with more lovely splendor
than all the gaudy, garish garb
of the worldlings’ goddess.
She wraps her arms around her home,
a hedge against the wilds.
Her babes are nuzzled, nursed, nurtured
while on her joyful breast,
they’re taught to hope in God alone
and count him as their Lord.
Both infant heads and youthful hearts
find boldness in her bos’m.
Her wearied eyes, from sleepless nights,
are bright with Heaven’s grace.
Her hands, careworn by countless chores,
give mercy, care, and love.
The house she daily tends with charm
declares her faithful toil:
shaping chaos into order,
clutter to a garden.
Her husband rises up to bless
his bride, indeed, his crown.
Her children count her as their queen,
bestowing regal gifts
of giggles, kisses, & respect,
her wisdom round their necks.
She is a splendor to behold,
akin to troops amassed.
Her seemingly unnoticed work,
shall soon up-end the world.
As she goes about her calling,
the Serpent’s head is crushed.
Beneath her heel of Christian faith,
the dragons meet their doom.
She’s born and bred a squad of saints,
who conquer in Christ’s name.
She’s planting trees, known as children,
to bear the fruit of faith.
Fash’ning arrows for his quiver,
her man makes war on hell.
The work she does is not lowly,
useless, or old-fashioned.
It shall endure for untold years;
those yet unborn shall hear.
In fact, the earth shall soon be full
of thousands from her womb;
who will declare, by covenant grace,
of promises made sure.
As one shall they arise to say
what godly offspring should:
“her faithful care has paved the way
for us to worship God.”