In younger years, I told myself my life would be my own.
And I’d leave the place where sunshine never shone;
For my life’s too short for waiting when I see the rising sun,
And it will surprise me what this guy has done.
When upon life’s billows, I am tempest tossed,
When I am discouraged, thinking all is lost.
Shackled by a heavy burden, beneath a load of shame,
Then he touched my hand, and now I am no longer the same.
Drifting on the wings of freedom, leave this stormy day,
His smile quickly drives the dark of away.
His love is my pillow, soft and wide,
I rest in it’s comfort and in it’s calm I abide.
Sweetest work that no one else can do,
When he whispering softly,” I love you”.
Holding his hand may lead me over dreary ways,
I’ll promise him that my love for him will stay.
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