Miracle Workers
If I had words and rhyme enough to show
That when on thirsty soil my roses grow
In stinging, ice-wrapped cage my songbirds sing
A lilting tune that ushers in the Spring
Then such a poem will, of course, prove true
That God has worked His miracles anew
Through friends so dear as life from life renewed,
Such sweetness, oh, such blessedness reviewed!
In mind and heart, they’re two: Nenette, Andrew.
Though years of service each have taken toll
On weary shoulders cares and burdens fall
But Love-lit eyes and smiles keep such as veiled
As fragrance from the heel-crushed violet.
Praise Him who made you both as beautiful
As summer rain.
