deep in the darkness of lifes rolling pathway
lost in the mist of the worlds crule fate
running wild , running reckless,with no direction
eyes looking stright for ward, shuting out the light
doomed and for gotten thoughtless and no laughter
then out of the twilight,from heavens great beam
with wings like the angles,and a hart made of gold
casting his blessing, to all he shall meet
spreading love and compassion,from the gleam of his eye
touching souls,holding each dear in his sight
with poems from heaven,and songs from the angels
doing his art work,to brighten dark days
with magic and grace, he captures the laughter
puts sun in the sky,cleans the air
with a swish of his talented hand
no words can explain,no thoughts can be thought
how he reaches into darkness,and brings forth the light
how the words from a poem,can lift up a hart
and a schech can touch, a soul that is sadded
his kindness brings laughter to all
to know him is to love him, that is for sure
for god made him special, in every way
in darkness he found me,he took my hand
offered his hart his soul hislove
i took them and held them deep down in my soul
and i will love him for ever and a day......