You desperate
wounded look
what�s brought you
to her face?
I can�t explain
her actions,
won�t someone
plead my case?
For once again
I�ve hurt her,
cut her deeply,
Lord knows how.
She�s brooding
o�er her secret wound;
I can�t speak with
her now.
Why can�t he see
within my soul
and sense my
simple needs,
to nourish me with
attentiveness
as his own flesh
he so feeds;
To ask me what�s
important
and acknowledge my
attempt
to make his home a
castle?
On my love he
pours contempt.
My children; you
must understand
a woman has her
way
to meet her
husband�s deepest needs:
to honor and obey.
But men so need
reminding
what�s important
in her life,
that nine times in
My Word I say,
"Husband, love
your wife."
Husband, give
yourself to her
the expanse of
your heart;
for how can she
submit to one
she only owns in
part?