My Man

This man

so strong

who works so hard

12 hours a day

or more

then comes home

and jumps right in

to play with the kids

or help me make dinner,

who is strong enough to be gentle

and tough enough to be tender

and not worry about whether it makes him

less manly to really talk to his wife.

He is still only a man.

Except-

He holds a power,

God-given,

limitless,

unique in its intent and scope,

for he can only use it for others

and not himself.

But that is how he is anyway.

And with this power,

honored,

worthy,

my man

suddenly becomes more than a man

because he is doing the work of

The Man.