I can speak of your wonders, to say they are untold...
More precious are they, than silver, and fine gold...
To praise you in the morning, then, when the sun goes down-
To glimpse at your glory, with no one else around...
Yes, it is you, and only you:
Nothing can compare;
You rode on wings of love, the elements responded...
Back now: a safe harbour; your wonders, on I ponder...
Thank you for the gift, it is to all who know...
You summarise a story, so babblings can go.
It was a great afternoon...