Psonnets of Courtship
She Will Not Be an Angel

She will not be an angel I will meet,
but will in prayer and prophecy be led,
her hair a glory, covering her head,
and enemies put underneath her feet.
How do I know? Is it my own conceit
to ask the Lord for such a one to wed?
I ask our Father for my daily bread
and also for a wife with whom to eat.
But what is man, O Lord, that You would mind?
the son of man You visit with goodwill?
And since the weaker vessel is her kind,
the daughter of a man seems lower still.
Who honors her? This husband she will find
a little lower than the angels will.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org