I need a bride but your daughter’s only eight,
Tell me true, what do you think I should I do?
After all, I am a grown man of twenty-eight,
She seems too green, too naive to wed and woo.
Marry her today, take her as your bride,
She’ll cook and clean and do every chore,
An earnest man like you can surely provide,
We can’t give her much, for we are poor.
Shouldn’t a woman be the bride in a wedding?
What do I know of forever oaths?
Your mind is made up, there’s no use begging,
I’ll stop sobbing and start packing my clothes.
A few years pass, the child’s child takes his first breath,
Will the young mommy live or give way to death?
“Whoever is kind to the poor lends to the LORD, and he will reward them for what they have done.” —Proverbs 19:17
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