Walks in the morning dew
Balloons held tightly
Warmth of sun
And wind tossed hair
A purring kitten
Gently near
Of course a book
Or even two
The wonder of children
Passing through
Gathering with family
In sickness and in health
Doing worship
With all you've got
Taking in the sad
With the glad
What will you
Take with you
And what will you
Leave behind
You shall not pass
This way again
So let the
Son shine through