Till Glory Comes

Since days of old, often we were told...

As women, we should rise before dawn.

For men were to go, in the fields, for to sow...

And their bread should be packed when they go.

As keepers of the home, there was work to be done.

For the family bond must be won.

Though tired or weak, we would rise to the test.

And be grateful, without much rest.

With Grace, we would sweat, in sickness or in health....

To gather the wheat from the tare.

For the scales from our eyes, were chips in the storm.

And our laughter was heard everywhere.

The challenge of age, touched the core of our hearts...

For gratitude covered our love.

Gathered fruits that were scattered, before it was lost.

Were the souls to be won, at all cost.

As women we know, we are bound to be met....

For a help mate, we are called to be.

We will persevere together, in good times or bad....

And shine on till Glory comes.