We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
What wondrous Joy has been my life! To live each day with this great wife, may God give years on years to come, that days are blest and so the sum. Her giftings soar beyond the sky. I see her flying up so high. Support I will, each livelong day. Her truest work is joyous play. We love our days walked side-by-side. We take turns as each other's guide, but God, Who joined our hearts as one has saved, redeemed us in His Son. Though immature we were back then, a teenaged girl, and basically a man, such foolishness God's Wisdom work to mold an unsure lass and sort of a jerk into a couple now made strong, not of our own, but of His song. He's used the years to smelt the tin, that when He's through His Glory would win. I'm staggered by amazing grace, that shows this Joy, reveals His Face. I have no pow'r to make this life, that's weathered days of harshest strife. I'll say it now and say it e'er, "My bless-ed life is most unfair for if deserving measures aught, He missed the truth as I've been taught, "But if He measures by His Grace my abject life has with Him Place. My wife, who's aptly 'Angel' named gives love to me and never shame." She tells me "I do love her good in wondrous days, and unsure mood." 'Tis my great pleasure her to gift my heart of hope in hers to lift. "I thank, Thee, Lord, for these long years You've paved the road and saved from fears. Please, help us serve You through our days, two trophies for Your vast displays." by Jay O'Toole on July 30th, 2020 |