An Easy Job

You may think it quite an easy task, and just a pleasant life
But really it takes a lot of grace, to be a preacher's wife.
She's supposed to be a paragon without a fault in view
A saint when in the parsonage, as well as in the pew.
Her home must be a small hotel, for folks that chance to roam,
And yet have peace and harmony- the perfect preacher's home!
Whenever groups are called to meet, her presence must be there,
And yet the members all agree, she should live a life of prayer.
Through hearing people's burdens, their grief both night and day
She's supposed to spread but sunshine to those along the way.
She must lend a sympathetic ear to every tale of woe
And then forget about it, lest it to others go.
Her children must be models rare in quietness and poise,
But still stay on the level with other girls and boys.
You may think it quite an easy task, and just a pleasant life;
But it really takes a lot of grace to be a preacher's wife!