It’s hard to find a friend like you—

Someone mighty special.

We’ve laughed and cried together,

and prayed some special prayers.

Beaten and humiliated,
They led my Lord away
To the mount of death—
He was nailed and hung
On a wooden cross—
Naked and shamed
Like a common thief.

The wonder of your love
The comfort of your love
The breadth of your love
I stand in awe and know that you are here.

I heard the Words of Jesus say,
‘Come unto Me.’
I heard the Words of Jesus say,
‘I will give you rest.’

My soul is overwhelmed
With a desire I’ll try to describe
Within me now there’s a higher realm;
A realm of glory that will abide.

Here am I, my dearest friend,

All that I am is yours-

Praise God, He gave you to me,

Praise God, He gave me to you;

You are my love, my Valentine.

My aspiration to grow closer to my God is overwhelming,
Petitions to replenish my dwindling strength fill my heart—

Crickets chant and shadows dance...
Moonbeams peek through distant trees,
Where birds sing in hypnotic trance
That seems to echo beyond the seas.

My heart’s weighed down by the path mankind has chosen
And I know the day is nearing when God will take us home…
When I see sons rise up against their fathers,
And brothers rise up against another,
I realise the ancient prophecies have finally come to pass.

My heart reaches out
With a passion for your love…
Your love flows through me
Like a river going home…
I stand in awe
At your loveliness
And lift my hands
To praise your name.

Words of truth, words so pure,
Gentle words in sweetest song
Kindest thoughts that touch the heart,
A strong desire to seek his will.

Norm, you are my Valentine

Only you can touch my heart

Reminding me of all you do

My love and my soul mate

Always and forever

No one can take your place.

No burden I can hold alone,
I take them to the cross.
This life of mine is not own,
No matter what it brings.

Raindrops trickle from velvet soft roses by the gate—
Ladybugs struggle to keep a grip on moistened leaves—
Butterflies flutter their feather-light wings
And mottled stalks assent to the rising breeze.

O taste and see all things He's done—
There’s nought but good in our LORD,
His gentleness touches every life
And took our place upon the cross.