Author Unknown
Dear Lord, A Navy Wife I choose to be;
My husband's job-to keep us free.
He must travel to foreign land;
While he is gone, hold thou my hands.
When worries seem to much to bear,
Embrace me with they loving care.
If days are boring, The nights too long,
Keep me, Oh Father, from doing wrong.
When I am week and torn by fear,
Please, Oh Father, dry my endless tears.
You know indeed that I am frail,
Help me to send him only cheerful mail.
And as I, my lonely vigil stand,
My prayer is this: Hold thou my hand.
