Although I’ve now been a widower for nearly two years, in those early days and months of tears and sorrow,
I wondered about the purpose of my wife’s passing. What meaning did her death give to our lives?
This poem gives me some eternal perspective and hope for the
future.
The Price by Troy Salisbury
Before this earth when I lived up above,
Did I know I would lose my one true love?
Of Abraham, the Lord asked Isaac's life.
Did I know he would ask of me, my wife -
A sacrifice required so great to bear,
To be the seed of Abraham his heir?
To join with him around our Father's throne,
For now, I must endure here all alone.
To hell, below all things my Savior went.
Within Gethsemane, His blood He spent.
To think that I could join Him without strife -
'Tis not the plan for me in mortal life.
This is the price to learn to be like God.
Upon a path of trials, I must plod.
Through pain and crushing sorrow here below,
A boundless joy so sure I'll come to know.
Perhaps then, yes, I knew I'd lose my wife,
A pathway to obtain eternal life.