Half sixty years ago, conceived and born
Fellow traveller - and my better half,
I’ve seen you blessed, and by sorrow worn,
(For of three tens I’ve shared the last).
What is a year? What is thirty more?
God counts, but will he ever cease?
You have found what years are given for:
To at the great unveiling feel the peace
Of years well spent in that great service,
Which we both entered through belief.
All your years were dearly purchased
Each one –though touched with trying grief
Shall open up in resurrection
And in Christ find more than relief.
With you, in the same true direction,
I’ll walk with you; yes, towards that day.
Through landmark years and ordinary
We’ll love together, and together pray.
A covenant between us we’ll carry,
With joy each year, and joy each day.