Husband In The Forge

Make a man out of me, Lord

Even as you love your church

Giving yourself up for her

Make me the Proverbs 31 husband

Righteous and respected

Seated at the city gates

Make me a worthy mantle

A holy covering

That under me she may flourish

Safe and free

Frugal and industrious

Abundant and generous

Sharpen my countenance, God

Teach me to set my face like flint

A noble wife deserves this

One worth more than many fine rubies

I know not the way

But in truth, you are the Way

By the way, you are the Truth

Be a lamp unto my feet

That I may walk in the light of your path

I cannot do this alone

I need you

Without you I am nothing

But in you are all wisdom's treasures

Deep rivers

And a sumptuous banquet

So take me in

Stoke the fire

Put me to the anvil

Bring down the hammer

Turn me and shape me

Make me someone she can respect

Stephen Pursell, 8/05