THE IDEAL WOMAN

The Ideal Woman

She’s a lady within a lady

She’s a heart within a heart

She spreads out to give you shady

From within her inward part

She’s a woman of tending caliber

She’s a vision of sending ranks

And her love is like a river

That flows from within her banks

It ascends to the high and mighty

It descends to the weak and low

In meekness it runs and cites thee

Like an arrow thumbed from her bow

May the good Lord bless and keep her

And supply her every need

May His loving wings spread over

And protect her cherry seed

Dedicated to Cynthia Scott, whose life has been a living Bible and has reached out and helped countless numbers of needy folks who have come her way, including me (Gilbert James)

© Copyright 2004 By Gilbert James