Rare is that new friend who rivals every old;
In constancy and grace--He surely "broke the mold."

Gentle nature, gentle strength:  In you the two are one;
"Common" we have banish'd from this path our true words run.

Turn not away, dear friend, to yield to humbl'd blush,
For we're recounting virtues now, and 'tis not a thing to rush.

Of honesty, and modesty, and patience, we do tell,
These are values none of us could claim to know as well.

A willing ear who listens well to ev'n small complaints,
And yet will sing the same refrain unburden'd by constraints.

Those quiet acts of kindness are the works that fill your day,
And we delight to follow them, whene'er we've lost our way.

So let us count our blessings then--for bless'd is what we are,
To have your light, so shining here, among us near and far.

Your friends,

Mike and Kelly