What are two who think as one
who pray, praise, cry and hurt,
and together weep, but apart they shun
the ways of this world and those who fall;
They look to that city that descends from above,
where the Lord of Hosts reigns over all.
What are two who work and toil,
who spend their lives to till His soil;
To reach for those who may be lost,
and those who never heard the cost
He paid to Him on our behalf,
and saved them from the flames;
That in the end more would be His
than played the devils games.
What are two who sacrifice,
themselves for others near;
To think it not robbery to pay the price,
that other ones might hear,
the message of the gospel
that some think foolishness;
But to those of us who love the Lord,
reveal to us eternal bliss.
Who are we, that in the end,
look back and count the cost,
and see the whole of all that’s gained,
is greater than what was lost.
For we are they who made the choice
to follow Him throughout our lives,
’Tis only we, a humble pair,
a husband and a wife.