If ever should my anger be aroused
because my wife, my woman, spited me,
I pray conviction be alight in me.
Why should my love for Christ and her be doused
when Jesus Christ has fed and clothed and housed
and loved me, His betrothed, in spite of me?
She is my wife and has delighted me,
and I rejoice because we were espoused.
If marriage in the flesh is glorious
between a man and woman who are wed
despite love's labors being laborious
from their betrothal until they are dead,
much more shall marriage be victorious
when we are living, wed to Christ instead.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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