A new creation, washed pure andwhite
As snow on a mountaintop.
A precious gift from heaven above.
The reflection of Godís Glory and Spirit.
A radiant beam of light that pierces the darkest night.
A precious stone that is without price.
A heart of purest gold.
The essence of a spring rain.
A sparkling, bubbling brook flows through her.
The majestic beauty in a bouquet of
Purple tulips in full blossom.
Her husbandís pride and joy.
The mirror of my soul.
She is: MY WIFE.
(June 24, 1999)