Another Poem

I am not your redemption, that is the Lord;
  He lives in me, and I will act of His Word.
    You are his daughter, a princess of royalty.
    I am a prince and your are his blessing to me.

                            I cannot list all of the traits with which you have drawn me,
I may speak of your smile and outward beauty,
     or your compassionate, sacrifical heart;
     your loving meekness and the wonder of this art,
or how your actions indicate the Lord's glory,
                            but I could never list all of the traits with which you had drawn me.





Darling, I love you.  Sometimes, I imagine, I won't even be able to explain how.