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I was 3 years, and 8 months old when you were born
But did not know you till twenty
When we laid in the grass and promised
Each other our love would be plenty

I weigh our life and marriage today
And think of our 30, and 8 years together
Our love, our laughter, and caring for children
Midst sodden days or brightest fair weather

So on your first birthday at home with Jesus
I remember the laughter and love you convey
You filled me with selfless affection and friendship
I’ll miss you… ’til we’re united again someday

Happy Birthday My Love


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Promised Land

 

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I recline on a beach in Oregon,
drink wine & eat cheese,
as the waves fill the breeze.

There I look for contentment;
this is not the Promised Land.

So I rush to a desert in Arizona,
for the scent of the sage & the sunset,
as my shadow extends to a silhouette.

There I look for contentment;
this is not the Promised Land.

And I seek the brook in Montana,
to take in the view & the silence,
as I hike to the lake in the highland.

There I look for contentment;
this is not the Promised Land.

So I fly the cold sky of Alaska,
to sail the heavens & mull the view
looking down from my 172.

There I look for contentment;
this is not the Promised Land.

Then I espy…those who surround me,
see how they care & love around me,
no matter what state I’m in.

There I find peace;
there I must stand.

This is the Promised Land!


 

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