She never waits to give; her energy pours out.
She makes new things of beauty from old things that were without.
She suffers fools not lightly; she touches broken hearts.
She delights in little children; she sees their hidden smarts.
She transforms the dreary dullness to light, in such a happy way.
She gives herself so freely; she rarely turns away.
This girl that I did marry: she does adorn my life.
I give to God all glory, for making her my wife.
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