In Sickness and Health

In sickness and health
As a young couple we wed
Our love was our wealth
And with joy we looked ahead...

Now in our aged years
There's no tears or regret
For love conquers fears
Though it's me... she forgets

What is left of her is as a child
Not yet with ability to think
Sweet, innocent, and mild
Yet... still able to spiritually drink

And because of this joy she still feels
She loves to hold hands and embrace
And it's my heart she steals
Whene'er I look upon her sweet face

Her voice must combine with angels
As she sings songs that somehow... stay
And on this last slip of life she dangles
To ever brighten up my day

And... I remember the past..
What drew me to her... what did I first love?
But that same spiritual cast
Glowing full of faith in Father above

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