I pledged to you once I\'d stand by your side
no matter how happy or tough the ride,
and you gave me in such loving words
the most beautiful promise I\'ve ever heard.
You said: \"I do\" as you held my hand
and I counted myself a fortunate man.
Now as we live on the edge of time,
a few years ahead, a lot behind,
I sit in the stillness before first light,
creation is silent, embraced by the night
in an eerie quiet that covers the land
and in that moment I take your hand
as you rest in the arms of peaceful sleep
and I see all the years etched so deep.
Someone might say your hand is old
but what I see is a treasure of gold.
I see children and work and sacrifice,
all the times you paid a heavy price
when life wasn\'t easy, but you never quit.
And I\'ll be the first to gladly admit
that your strength is greater than you understand
and it\'s shown right here, in the lines in your hand.
Rest well, my love, for the morning arrives,
the gift of time which we shall prize
as we walk together across the land,
warmed by the Light, hand in hand.