The love for my woman is hard to express,
For all she has given me is pure happiness.
She's there when I need her most of the time,
Her needs always come second to mine.
Don't know what I would do if she wasn't so bound,
For all these years she's been hanging around.
She's like a rose that never fades,
She has only got more lovely with age.
She's still as beautiful as the day that we met,
And believe me that's one day I'll never forget.
When I walked in and seen her, my heart filled with love.
Her radiant face, like an Angel above.
Her hair is not dark any more, it's all gray,
But I still love her, more every day.
When I first met her she wore a seven,
Now she can't even wear an eleven.
But I've been thanking the good Lord above,
For giving me that much more woman to love.
I don't deserve her this I am sure,
And I thank you Lord for giving me her.
There hangs within my window
a Dream Catcher waiting for me to fall asleep.
That's when my dreams take flight,
and are blown to heaven on the gentle even breeze,
there to play among the stars on a warm Summer's eve.
When my dreams are of you,
our souls dance to the rhythm of the night.
Floating to heaven on the midnight air,
there to play among the stars til morning's first light.
Our souls, returning from this fantastic flight,
are caught up in the web
Of my Dream Catcher...till twilight when our souls
Are blown to heaven to play among the stars
til morning's first light.....
I love you because of your sweet gentle ways;
So slow to condemn, so quickly to praise.
Encouraging words with a soft easy touch.
Just some of the reasons I love you so much.
I love you because you are honest and strong.
Right here in my arms are where you belong.
You hold me, console me, and you are my best friend.
I can't live without you, no need to pretend.
I love you because you light up my days,
Fill my heart and soul with your sweet loving ways.
I love you because you never pretend,
And when I'm hardheaded, you always give in.
You're so easy to love, so hard to forget;
Faithful and true, since the day that we met.
I could search the world over and still never find
A love like yours. You are one of a kind.
I love you because you are quick to forgive;
Overlooking my faults (each day that I live),
So slow to anger, so quick to respond,
To my loving wishes, above, and beyond.
I remember, as a kid in school,
How being used was not considered cool.
Let me tell you how all that has changed,
How what's important has been rearranged.
Lord use me everyday as your tool,
Help me yield every part to your rule.
If I do it on my own I will fail,
My efforts are so feeble and frail.
But if I yield to your control,
And make pleasing you my goal,
If I let you be Lord of my life,
And trust you in calm and in strife,
Then I can be happy being used--
Being your tool is not to be refused.
Take me and use me everyday
In everything I do or say.
