Psonnets of Courtship
I Want to Be Her Head

She is like no one else I ever meet,
arrayed in faith, in priestly garments royal;
yet lest I should entice her; lest I spoil
her through philosophy and vain deceit
and quench her love of sitting at Your feet,
I pray instead, anoint her with fresh oil
and fill her with Your Word, sown in good soil,
so in Your Body, she may be complete.
I want to be her head, with You my Head,
the fulness of the Godhead bodily,
so if our body as one flesh is wed,
our eyes shall look to You more steadily;
so in the cares of marriage, we are led
to cast our cares on You more readily.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org