Each keystroke is a touch upon your brow
Each letter is a pulse from here and now
Each word builds up the love I have for you
Each chapter brings us closer to the truth

We share your thoughts and memories
And neither one know how
Except to know that God is here
He's guiding us somehow

We know we're doing His Good Work
We strive to every day
And when we're finally finished
Maybe then we'll get to play


Used with permission
ŠAlice C. Bateman
April 22, 2004