Verse 1
They say, “Happy wife, happy life,”
It’s preached in every home,
But chasing every fleeting smile
Will bleed a man to bone.
Christ calls me to a higher road,
A cross before my eyes,
It’s holy wife, eternal life
That makes the spirit thrive.
Chorus
You want the fruit—
Love and joy, peace and patience too,
Kindness strong, faithfulness that’s true,
Gentleness and self-control in view.
But here’s the truth:
It’s a God-first life, not a wife-first life,
That brings that harvest through.
And holy wife, that’s the happy life,
When Christ makes all things new.
Verse 2
But no man’s meant to be the Christ,
No man can fill the void,
Of the God shaped hole in her heart
That makes her feel annoyed.
Her soul was made for Jesus’ hands,
That’s where her roots must grow,
And if she walks that holy road,
The sweetest fruit will show.
Chorus
You want the fruit—
Love and joy, peace and patience too,
Kindness strong, faithfulness that’s true,
Gentleness and self-control in view.
But here’s the truth:
It’s a God-first life, not a wife-first life,
That brings that harvest through.
And holy wife, that’s the happy life,
When Christ makes all things new.
Bridge
When storms arise and shadows fall,
And worldly hopes grow dim,
We’ll stand as one, with hearts on Christ,
Our love anchored in Him.
Verse 3
So don’t believe the world’s old line,
It only ends in strife,
The secret isn’t happy wife,
It’s holy wife, peaceful life.
Together yoked to Jesus’ name,
We’ll weather every storm,
For when His Word is where we stand,
Our joy will be reborn.
Final Chorus (Lifted)
You want the fruit—
Love and joy, peace and patience too,
Kindness strong, faithfulness that’s true,
Gentleness and self-control in view.
But here’s the truth:
It’s a God-first life, not a wife-first life,
That brings that harvest through.
And holy wife, that’s the happy life,
When Christ makes all things new.
Metaphysical
