Dreams Come True
As teenage boy I dreamed about
The one that I would love;
The girl I'd spend my life with-
That treasure from above.
She'd be my legs in laimness;
In blindness, help me see.
She'd be a soothing balm
Through each infirmity.
Her smile would be my sunshine
On cold and dreary days.
Her touch would be my comfort
Along life's toilsome way.
In darkness she would be a light;
In strife, she would bring peace.
Her care would calm the tempest
And cause the winds to cease.
Amidst the death of faithfulness
And virtues, not a few,
Her loyalty's a contrast
Of dedication true!
No - She is not perfect.
Oft' times she falls from grace.
With meekness and humility,
She seeks her Saviour's face.
Her tenderness with yielded heart;
Surrender of her mind;
Submission of her broken will
Make her one of a kind.
Upon reflection of my life,
Many mistakes are found.
Yet, to me, like her Saviour-
Her precious grace abounds!
Though scoffers laugh, and doubters cry,
This dream could never be!
To me, "tis not a fairy tale,
But true reality.
"No girl like this could e'er exist!"
The scoffers loudly cry.
My sweetheart of eight lovely years
Doth make their words a lie.
This morning, as I woke to see
Not just my wife in view.
I saw my "Happly' e'er after"--
I saw my "Dream come true."
Happy 8th Anniversary
July 31, 2007
With All My Love,
David



