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?
Additional information
Dimensions | H 28 in |
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Wood Type | West Texas Juniper |
Subject Matter | native, Woman |
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