Moving, moving, never losing
a single moment in her day,
total focus on her purpose,
can’t allow herself to stray!
Other’s needs, their hurts and pain,
her reaching out is heaven’s gain,
this wife of mine so long has sought
to fight for souls that Jesus bought.
Our days go by, then years become,
though places change, and gone are some
but stalwart is her heart you see,
and ever running life’s race she be.
Go add them up and you will know,
that 44 is what they’ll show,
with miles ahead that we could see
even if our hearts grow weak
So my beloved, let us run
with all that’s left, ‘til Jesus comes,
and hold my wrinkled hand real tight,
until the end of this long fight.
Your husband on our 44th anniversary
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