If all was perishing and I could save one person,
My wife would win the prize, of this I'm certain,
Scripture tells me she's like the Church for which Christ ripped apart the curtain.
Laid down His life, for His wife, to bring the Father glory,
He's demonstrated all compassion and mercy throughout the created story,
To hold you in his arms, to walk a mile hand enfolded,
Day after day, love receding began to dull it...
Till after too long...death hit their hearts like a bullet.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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