To try to find the evidence
That we’ve never been apart
Is to bind the wind in bundles
For to load upon a cart.

It has now been many years
Since we face to face have met.
Yesterday with its many tears
is but snow of winter’s art.

Have I forgotten what was said?
The words you spoke, to this day,
Ring aloud to inform the mind,
In their vast and bright array.

What thoughts there are, they must pass by
Another day is present.
The past remains now but a sigh,
Onward, forward, we are sent.

And so, again in April’s reign
Another year transgresses
Then if it be that so you deign,
Be pleased with him who blesses.

The tulip blossoms in the spring
The beech leaves wait their turn to fling
Their verdure o’er their golden dress
Which spoke of winter’s weariness.

The beach then beckons those who run
To come to join in all the fun
Of summer days and sandy feet
Which quickly come, but soon do fleet,

A year has passed, another day
So what then shall we now convey?
We cannot let this day pass by
Without a tear found in the eye.

A tear of joy, of hope, of love
A tear which points us far above
This world and all that is therein
Unto the One who inhabits heaven.

So, for your good I now must pray.
In words the Spirit shall relay,
That in all your ways you may know
The power of him who lived below.