Love holds

We arent afraid

as we cross
hill and plain

We carry with us

the gossamer liquid

from God's golden cup

We drink of it often

a warming fire

heats and protects

as we climb out of mire

The slate is slick

the waters

cold and deep

But we travel on

safely

drinking

the gossamer liquid

from God's Golden cup

We crest

the top of the climb

wondering

wondering

what we will find

The beauty we see

stretches out far

beads of light

in each drop of water

a prism of delight

We chose a path

not knowing if it was right

but we rode it steady

with all of our might

We drank of the gossamer liquid

from God's golden cup

He will guide us safely home

with Him we will sup

I Love you deeply and forever