When the Widow Sang

When the widow sang

She sang not of her long gone husband

But of the flowers and the trees

She wept for her husband a while after he was gone

No longer to him was she his bond

She missed him oh yes

But much of their marriage was a test

Full of sadness and pain 

Much to lose, little to gain

On and off again their friendship was bruised

When she got sick he'd gone on a cruise

When he fell ill, she stayed by his side

Until the day he died

She sang about the meadows with their grasses so green

About the rivers and oceans, so sparkling clean

But she didn't sing about the man she missed

Her one true love, the first she'd kissed

Five kids later, he'd started to change

And she was so empty her heart felt a pang 

Wishing things could go back to normal

Even though she knew they could never again be informal

She'd loved him dearly and got him to stay

But for fifteen years the marriage was strained

The widow sang in harmony

To the long gone trees

But she did not sing to her master

Rather, she sang to her King

And praised His name, letting His glory ring

But she sang not for her man of earth, only her King of lowly birth.