I could count the years
By the miles we drove side by side
By the songs we sang together
By the sunsets that warmed our hearts
By the laughter and the tears
By the children’s triumphs
By the homes we made together
By the jobs accomplished or left undone
I could number the seasons
By the goodnight and goodbye kisses
By the hello glad-to-see-you hugs
By the trials we walked through
By the unexpected joys
By the hoped for dreams
By the times of proven faith
By the ways we failed
But the deeper record of passing time
Is how Love grew real and true
How It gave meaning to each emprise
How It faithfully knew It’s end
How we submitted
How It built something out of the brokenness
How It wove It’s thread of forgiveness and care
How every moment It bound us together
In a process meant to make us one.
Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him.
And a threefold cord is not quickly broken. ~Ecclesiastes 4:12
