I wake and rise to the morning dew
And it’s not unusual that I think of you
Another wondrous morning on God’s great land
Just one thing I miss, the touch of your hand
It’s bright and warm, a great time for birds to sing
Just a reminder of the comfort you used to bring
As I sit outside and capture the beauty of nature at it’s best
I often wonder if you are safe and your soul is at rest
You see, I’m contented now, I’ve learned to live
You just get on with your life, to share and to give
The lessons I learned throughout our days
Will stand me in good stead in so many ways
So it’s to you that I name this glorious morn
I thank God that I met you and the day you were born.
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