There is one person in your church who knows your preacher’s life.
She’s wept and smiled and prayed for him, and that is your preacher’s wife.
She knows your prophet’s weakest point and knows his greatest power.
She’s heard him speak in trumpet tone, in his greatest triumph hour.
She’s heard him groaning in his soul when bitter raged the strife.
As hand in hand she knelt with him— for she’s your preacher’s wife.
The crowd has seen him in his strength when glistening his drawn sword.
As underneath God’s banner folds he faced the devil’s horde.
But she knows deep within her heart that scarce an hour before.
She helped him pray for strength from God behind a closed door
You tell your tales of prophets brave, who walked across the world,
And changed the course of history by burning words they hurled,
And I will tell how back of them some women lived their lives,
Who wept with them and smiled with them—they were the preacher’s wives.
- Author Unknown