Who is this wife
So rare and precious
Who has a worth above a gem?
Who is the man
Who safely trusts her?
He is above all other men.
Who is this wife
Who does him good
Who works hard with her hands?
Who cooks with love
She brings him food
From a myriad of lands.
Who is this wife
Rising at night
To feed those in her home?
She works with love
And tenderness
With joy, and not a moan.
Who is this wife?
She sees a field
She buys it for some vines
To grow fresh grapes
So she can make
Some rare and precious wines.
Who is this wife
Who works all day?
Her lamp is lit all night
She spins and weaves;
Makes fine clothes
Her heart just shines with light.
Who is this wife
Who sees the need
Of those so poorly fed?
She reaches out
Her eager hands
To give them living bread.
Who is this wife
Who has no fear
Of snow within her breast?
Her family are
Always clothed
With the finest and the best.
Who is this wife
Of wisdom rare
Kindness upon her tongue?
Glory, praise
And honour are hers
As a song of joy is sung!
Blessed is this wife
Who works
For the glory of her Lord
Strength and virtue
She shall wear
And honour is her word
Deceitful is all
Worldly charm;
Beauty passes away!
But the one who
Serves and obeys the Lord,
A crown will wear one day.
©Carolyn Davison
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