The road may not always be smooth,
The weather not always fair.
The mountains always huge,
A storm, always in the air.
Not eye to eye do we always see,
And differ sometimes our opinions will.
Our world not full of jewels and treasure,
Of trouble and strife, more than our fill.
But together tall we will stand and forge a way ahead,
Our love the shield, Gods word our sword.
And at weary days end as we rest upon our bed
A touch, a smile, a sweet tender kiss our healing balm
We give thanks to God for friends and kin, especially for each other .
Not one second would I trade of this my life
With you, beside me, my beautiful wife.
