Year Forty-Five
Awoke this morning and it seemed so clear,
(As) I watched you sleeping, that my one great fear
Was losing you;
What would I do?
I guess I’d make it, but I do not see
A great enjoyment when it’s only me,
In losing you;
With feelings new.My mom said there’s a consolation prize,
For one remaining when the other dies,
In life that’s new,
In losing you –
Those small concessions, compromising life,
Like music playing (then there is no fight);
But losing you,
I’d be so blue.O Lord, please help us to enjoy each day;
Through compromises help us find a way,
To live in You,
With larger view.
We’re celebrating forty-four good years,
Through times of struggle, joyous living, tears –
I so love you,
Indeed, I do.navigation