| NOW, of the things I’ve missed in life, of most would be a humble wife.
In who would be the light of grace,
to know all things, most truly chased.
OF her would be, an order of hope, born of mind with which to cope.
Continual strength to seek the cross, beyond the borders of hurt and loss.
THE soul obsessed forgets the cost, of blood and wound, most precious lost.
To fade away that crimson stain, to forget the ancient’s pain.
From thee beloved, is thy soul torn, to walk without the gifts adorn.
PAINED in search of soul’s attained, an order of hope in which to gain, the heart of hope within this life, be one with a humble wife.
Rev. J.G.S.
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