She rises in morning to feed all the kids
still worn from the late night before
She fumbles with coffee and sugar, and milk
she hustles her husband to walk out the door.
She settles with coffee when all else is done
She reads papers and bills and the news
She fondles the cloth hanging loose on her belt
slowly rising to find where she put those red shoes.
A process for her is begun each new day
It's a process done same day before
Brush the teeth, shave the hair, scrub up here and down there
Find the dress, add finesse, downstairs dash, grab some cash
and to work she drives trying to make more.
--- What she doesn't realize is -----
She is the light that brings night into day
She is the world as it turns
She is the beautiful sky above earth
She is the song of the bird
She is the story that yet has no end
She is the end of all strife
She is the alpha , omega and end
She is the love of my life
She is the reason death waits at the door
rather than coming within
all reasons for living belong in her store
God granted her power over sin
I pray that her work keeps her safe all the day
and I pray that she smiles all the while
for I know her pure heart doesn't know what she is
how her smile is the life of us all
