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She lifts me up, won’t let me drown
when I’m sinking brings me to ground.
When I’m fetal, mere ball of flesh,
her dear embrace is saving grace.
When I am lost she is my light
she’s suffered through my darkest nights,
but cast away I’ll never be
for she holds tight till I find me.

Like John Newton adrift at sea
opens my eyes enlightens me.
Oh, weakest of mortal vessels
what strength I have she does impose.
Our marriage vows though be mere words
are sacrosanct my life in hers,
not icing for a wedding cake;
through darkest times our bonds won’t break.

She sees me through, she guides the way
I’m thankful for her every day,
so many loves are moons and Junes,
just wash away when come monsoons.
With lightning flash I spy her tears
but that she’ll leave I do not fear
for she is strong, though I am weak,
my love for her mere words can’t speak.

Some men are blessed, I know I’m one,
for I have found true bastion.
So from the prone, onto my knees,
to anguished walk she does lead me.
Her iron fist in velvet glove
takes hold my hand and lifts me up.
Her praise I sing for she is true
and with her love my life’s renewed.

Our marriage vows though be mere words
are sacrosanct my life in hers,
not icing for a wedding cake;
through darkest times our bonds won’t break.
She lifts me up, won’t let me drown
when I’m sinking brings me to ground.
When I’m fetal, mere ball of flesh,
her dear embrace is saving grace.