once it crosses the friday of march holidays, it'll be the five-year mark
of when my heart first skipped a beat for a young doe so sweet
every day on the bus from school
i felt like it was more of a journey of the heart
as i looked forward to the stop by your shool
to see if you would board the bus
time went on and it came to be that i had to serve the nation's call of duty
through the night i laboured and cried over missing you
as if the new regimentation wasn't enough to crush me
two years went by, and the morning dawned
i thought i could have the time to befriend you better
yet it seemed clearer that as i waited on His calling
that you had your studies, and i had my bidding
i have come to a point where i'm able to say
may you be blessed as you go your way
the lessons learned in this journey are but just mine to treasure
still, by faith, my journey to come will be blessed beyond measure
i'm thankful i never confessed to you.
God is faithful. Amen.
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