Jennefer
Never in this world will there be
A more precious pearl than thee. In thy presence is nourishing grace,
With deceit or guile, there is no trace. Some men run after women of standard fare,
But in my possession is one beyond compare. Of places to which God may deliver me,
All is forlorn lest it be with tbee. If there is but one prayer I could pray,
T’would be thy presence at my side each day. May His pow’r give reality to this rhyme,
For I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.
A more precious pearl than thee. In thy presence is nourishing grace,
With deceit or guile, there is no trace. Some men run after women of standard fare,
But in my possession is one beyond compare. Of places to which God may deliver me,
All is forlorn lest it be with tbee. If there is but one prayer I could pray,
T’would be thy presence at my side each day. May His pow’r give reality to this rhyme,
For I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.
1 thought on “A Poem for My Wife”
Yancey…I loved reading your stories. Your poem to Jen was great and the story about Thatcher forgiving you was touching.
Love Ya!! / Dad