Dear Sir, father and husband Understand who you are God calls you prophet and priest The head and covering over your family Your relationship with him is their umbrella Designed to keep them warm and dry Protecting from the rain The rain is the spiritual warfare The attack of the forces of darkness You hold this umbrella But is it whole? Sin makes holes in it It matters not where you are It matters not whether anyone knows what you do At home or across the globe There is a spiritual law: Your sin exposes your family Your umbrella leaks Your sin will wound your dear ones Even if they never know of it consciously Do you love them? Do you want them safe and dry? Protected from the spiritual war? Repentance repairs your umbrella Get right with God, friend Patch the holes in your covering Be the prophet and priest God made you Protect your dear ones Lest they be taken from you And given to one who will Their heavenly Father wants them protected He can provide a man who will obey But if you will submit to Him You can huddle in out of the rain Hidden in the shadow of an invincible bosom At peace in Life and Light Safe in the arms of Love Stephen Pursell, 9/04, A Word To Husbands |   |
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