My delicate flower whom I love so much; Over thirty years to cherish a bride of trust. Faithful to Christ our Savior, and faithful to me Oh such a bond exists between you and me.

Words cannot express the flower that I see; One who has endured such pain and misery. Through illness, repairs, and special remedies; I still see my flower pure and radiant as ever could be.

Wilted and impaired with marked infirmities, Resulting from cancer repairs and multiple surgeries Left a woman of strength and courage beyond my comprehension Deriving this power emanating from Christ’s ascension.

Through receiving God’s Holy Spirit as an answer to prayer She is sustained by grace and fortitude overcoming despair
To keep her steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the Lord And not left in a heap to wallow on the floor.

She keeps her eyes fixed and stayed on Thee For this hope in Christ our Savior has surely kept her free Free to love, free to give, free to serve, free to be The spotless bride of Christ she was created to be.

Without God’s Holy Spirit and grace her walk in love would not embrace What only God will freely give to man She trusts in Him; He holds her hand. Not forsaking, not leaving, He will forever be That pillar of strength leading to victory.

The eyes I use to see my bride, divinely discerning to my surprise Graciously perceiving the beauty of love Manifesting God’s tender mercy bestowed from above.

Views a woman of character who boasts in the mystery of faith: Christ in me my hope of glory Without which we know our fate.

Without wavering in faith, and remaining in prayer This will continue to be her story: Victorious hope, and not despair