of a story that doesn’t grow old
of the way we met, the lives we left
the things we learned and we know
For you are my wife, the love of my life
the one with whom I’ll grow old
So these words are written for you
though they may only be a few
they share a tale of love and hope
found in our heads and our hearts
of the dream of a life without end
where we will be more than friends
Where we will walk with
the apostles of old
and we will ever be bold
To run to our brother and kneel
and thank him for what he had done
to give us a chance to live and to grow
So around the calendar we go
to wait and hope to the end
that the world will come to a close
and the glorious day will come
and we’ll bow and we will rise
when we too can look in his eyes
and thank him for his precious gift
of love and of grace
December 14, 2006 22:41
Around the Calendar We Go
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