I have prayed – it is not my survival
Alone I pray for that would make no sense –
I am joined – a pair that knows no rival
Is my sole unity – and my defence
Its power, we believe, is finally God’s
Redeemed in love we overcome all odds.
Umbrella, protect the precious head,
Shoulders that bare the care of many things
I love her! She holds all the strings...
There’s a word which to be blunt
Means love to me – but others hunt
A chaster word to bear the brunt...