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 toils, listens, loves & comforts
her husband, friends, & children.
Her payment is not stored
in banks or bonds or riches;
yet the reward for all her work
is an eternal trove of glory.
Her body bears the holy proof,
that she became a womb for life;
the sacrificial scars of bearing,
rearing, training children,
adorn her both inside & out
with more lovely splendor,
than all the gaudy, garish garb
of the worldlings’ goddess.
She wraps her arms around her home
in a tender, warm embrace.
Her bosom is a resting place
for those tiny hearts & heads;
and while they nurse & nuzzle
and are nurtured at her breast,
are taught to hope in God alone
and count him as their Lord.
Her eyes, by sleepless nights made weary,
are bright with Heaven’s grace.
Her hands, careworn by numerous chores,
dispense charity, love & mercy.
The house she daily tends with charm
declares her faithful labor:
shaping chaos into order,
changing clutter to a garden.
Her husband rises up to crown
his bride with loving blessings.
Her children though too small to say it
bestow the same affectionate love
through giggles, hugs, & kisses.
This seemingly unnoticed work,
shall soon up-end the world;
for while she goes about her calling
the Serpent’s head is being crushed
beneath her heel of Christian faith.
She’s planting trees known as her children;
and fashioning arrows for his quiver.
Her labor is not menial, inferior nor dull.
Nor is it useless & old-fashioned.
In fact, the earth shall soon be full
of thousands who will declare,
“her faithful care has paved the way
for us to worship Abram’s God.”