Poetry
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Reflections From Life Itself

 

Bride Of My Youth

 

The story of Abigail found in the 25th chapter of the book of First Samuel was our text for the week. Our assignment? To write a poem to (or for, or about) our wife, based on the person of Abigail.

This instructive story tells of the wisdom, character, and beauty of Abigail, who by her quick action and wise ways averts David's destruction of Nabal, an event that would have had long-lasting negative consequences for the anointed King of Israel, David, and by extension for all of Israel.

This poem is my expression of thanksgiving to God for bringing Wanda into my life. She is my Abigail, speaking into my life with wisdom, character, and beauty at the right times and in the right ways.

Bride Of My Youth

Oh Lord my God
How your ways delight!
Your gifts, as fine wine
Poured freely in redemptive love,
Holy and pure, yet none surpass
The bride of my youth.

Oh Lord my God
How precious are your ways!
As gold refined, so my bride!
Gift of your hand for compassion and grace,
Two cords have become as one, merciful strength
Born of hell-fire upon hell-fire, saved by your grace;
And now what redemption is this but wisdom and peace,
Your glory divine;
She bringer of light and love,
Soft inviting hand reaches out, welcomes
All You draw near, yet even
To be nearer to You.

Oh Lord my God
Your ways are my delight!
Your perfect gift brings joy,
Completion, and rest;
My Redeemer, my God;
My delight is from your hand.

Steve Belton
April, 2011