Saturday, June 4, 2016

The Last...

The First and Last Summer in Cheyenne

I met you there that Sunday night
At church a tour group sang
You clapped along with inner light
Your deep voice loudly rang

I learned you bussed the kids to church
I helped on Saturdays
You helped me with my godly search
To learn His loving ways

Lunch out together, prayers, long walks.
Church, singing, time with friends
Sweet kisses, passionate deep talks
How swiftly summer ends

So nearly forty years ago
At that small point in time
An hour of a gospel show
My life turned on a dime

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