Christian Compositions - Conservative Christian Music

While sorting through a box of old music that was given to me, I came across this poem.  It has no author attributed, and I have tried in vain to find the original source; however, it was a great encouragement to me, so I would like to share it.

I have been blessed with some wonderful women as my pastor’s wife, including my own mother.  I am thankful for their teaching and example.

Now I have the privilege of being the wife of the pastor.  It is a unique role, and can carry a wide variety of responsibilities, but I seek to never forget that my foremost responsibility is simply to be my husband’s wife.  There are many other duties that can be delegated to others, but that one is mine alone.  I pray that I can be a worthy and faithful companion to him.

If you are a pastor’s wife today, I pray that God will bless and encourage you as you hold up the hands of your spouse.  Guard your relationship with him.  Uplift him in prayer and in your speech.  Be his biggest supporter, and best friend.  Respect him. Encourage him.

If you have a pastor’s wife, pray for her.  There are many battles you never see, many burdens she cannot share.  If you want to encourage her, love and support her husband. Be a good and godly example to her children.

I do not say this to be self-serving.  I am very blessed to have a church filled with people who love and encourage me, but I know there are many pastor’s wives who could use an extra dose of prayer and loving support.  Many times Satan seeks to destroy the ministry of a man of God by attacking his family.  Help your pastor and his family by being an encourager today!

The Pastor’s Wife

There is one person in our church
Who knows our pastor’s life,
Who weeps and smiles and prays with him,
And that’s the pastor’s wife.

The crowd has seen him in his strength
When wielding God’s sharp sword,
As underneath God’s banner’s folds
He faced the devil’s horde.

But deep within her heart she knows
That scarce an hour before
She helped him pray the glory down
Behind the closet door.

She’s heard him groaning in his soul
When bitter raged the strife,
As, hand in hand, she knelt with him–
For she’s the pastor’s wife.

You tell your tales of prophets brave 
Who marched across the world
And changed the course of history
By burning words they hurled.

And I will tell how back of each
Some woman lived her life;
Who wept with him and smiled with him–
She was the pastor’s wife!

~Author Unknown