maureen heart painting

On humble knees

He prays for me

And thanks the Lord

For everything.

Though he has seen

Life slip away

From those he loves,

He smiles today.

In silent mood,

He cries the tears

For joy he’s found

Throughout the years.

Though he has known

A hellish life,

He whispers love

To me, his wife.

With prideful heart,

He holds the world

When he holds the hand

Of his little girl.

Though he has felt

The loss of dreams,

He says she can

Do anything.

With sorrow close,

He views the news

And wonders why

So many lose.

Though he has lost

Through pain and death,

His heart still cares

For all the rest.

Unloveable

He views himself;

His vanity

Stored on a shelf.

Though he’s been taken

Advantage of,

His heart’s unaltered

By greater love.

Dear God, in my

Humility,

Please ope’ his eyes

So he can see

That I’m in awe

Of what he’s done

With a broken life,

And what he’s become.

For in his eyes,

He’s unworthy of

The blessings born

Of his woman’s love.

Please lift him up,

And let him know

He’s the greatest man

I have ever known.