36 Years

36 Years short poem

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When the facts and figures did not add up
When the bank account was empty, and also the cup
When I was tired, weary, and worn, feeling all washed up
From Illinois to Wisconsin, from Mississippi to California

You have been there for me for 36 long years
You have stood by me through all the pain and the tears
You were always praying and helping me to draw near
You helped to carry our heavy loads in the midst of fear

In sickness; in health; for better; for worse; you’re still here
In dedication and devotion, you remain with an open ear
In confusion and frustration, you help me see more clearly
In times when doors were shut in my face, you remained so dear

So here we are, ready and willing, to face another day
Here we stand together, to walk with God the usual way
Here and now, again I say, I love you still, and I pray
By your side and in your heart, is where I want to stay

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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ammu sachariah
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when we are all alone, when are neglected by everyone, only God will be with us. good one.

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