Around the Calendar We Go by Raymond A. Foss
Another year is about to begin 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
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