Till
Death
By
Lisa Marie Harmon
It’s
said a man will leave his home and cleave to his new wife,
And
she and he will then be We as long as both have life.
But
promised not, is any pair, full freedom from contention.
In
love and life there is more strife then passion dares to mention.
And
just because they now are one in flesh and life and purpose,
It
would be foolish to pretend that conflict will not surface.
And
when it does, the two are shocked and saddened to discover,
That
pride and sin and discontent are certain to uncover.
They
must, instead of giving up, a war against these wage.
Hold
not a grip on bitterness; turn every damaged page.
Remember
well that love is not based on the way you feel.
But
rather it’s a gift you give with purpose strong as steel.
It
doesn’t come; it doesn’t go. True love is not unfaithful.
It
holds no record, casts no blame; it’s patient and it’s graceful.
So
when you take that sacred vow, and make it from the heart,
You
Stay, you Keep, you Persevere, till death, you do not part.
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