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There is one person in our Church
Who knows our Pastor’s life.
Who weeps and smiles
and prays with Him,
And that’s the Pastor’s wife!
The crowd has seen him in his strength,
While bearing God’s Sharp Sword
As underneath God’s banner’s folds
He faced the devil’s horde.
But deep within her heart she knows
That scarce an hour before
She helped him pray the glory down
Behind the closet door!
She heard him groaning in his soul
When bitter raged the strife.
As, hand in hand she knelt with him,
For she’s the Pastor’s Wife.
You tell your tales of Preachers brave
Who marched across the world
And changed the course of history
By burning words they hurled
And I will tell how back of each
Some woman lived her life
Who wept with him and smiled with him,
She was the Pastor’s Wife!
- Author Unknown -
Who knows our Pastor’s life.
Who weeps and smiles
and prays with Him,
And that’s the Pastor’s wife!
The crowd has seen him in his strength,
While bearing God’s Sharp Sword
As underneath God’s banner’s folds
He faced the devil’s horde.
But deep within her heart she knows
That scarce an hour before
She helped him pray the glory down
Behind the closet door!
She heard him groaning in his soul
When bitter raged the strife.
As, hand in hand she knelt with him,
For she’s the Pastor’s Wife.
You tell your tales of Preachers brave
Who marched across the world
And changed the course of history
By burning words they hurled
And I will tell how back of each
Some woman lived her life
Who wept with him and smiled with him,
She was the Pastor’s Wife!
- Author Unknown -
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