There is one person in your church
Who knows your preacher’s life!
She’s wept and smiled and prayed with him,
And that’s your preacher’s wife!
She knows your prophet’s weakest point,
And knows his greatest power,
She’s heard him speak in triumph tone
In his great triumph hour.
She’s heard him groaning in his soul
When bitter raged the strife,
And, hand in his, she knelt with him –
For she’s the preacher’s wife!
The crowd has seen him in his strength,
When glistened 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 the glory down
Behind a fast 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 prayed with them –
They are the preachers’ wives.