So it is late but she asks kindly if he wanted another cup of tea.
Thoughts flash back to when she was 10 and he was 11.The camp was a magic place where he saw beauty in every girl.
This one changed him,even at such a young age.
Times go by,early loves last but are so futile when he had parents and she had parents.
Forward to when he was 16 and he sees her again.His friend's see her,she asks us to leave.Trouble was always around another corner,friends were sometimes trouble.
Three more years have gone by,she is engaged you hear,so is he.
His engagement was foolish,he knew this.
Hers was forced and foolish too.
She finds him lost somewhere and brings him back home.They have finally found love.
She has saved him with her love,he is still so young and clueless.
The babies came early and he sees something inside maturing,but still searching for some eternal truth.
She opens his eyes as he got lost in Kant,Aristotle and Bacon.
She says try this one,Solomon he wrote this.Ecclesiastes.
His eyes opened suddenly like a light snapped on,he is stunned.
They get lost in Proverbs,he remains on fire.
A small publication of His will is published,free Bibles are given away.
She says lets hand out tracts at Kmart,he gets punched by a cop.
Sisters join them in long discussions about truth.
He now remains convinced in the truth,that it will always be there.
They find some churches and follow some pastors.Friend abide during tough times and she always forgives him.
She still loves him and he loves her.
They laugh about the kids and grandkids now,slowly getting older but not caring much.Life goes on for the betterment of all in Christ.
His thoughts are now surfacing like they needed to.
His family is most important,his God guides him now.
So here is a love that lasted,he is amazed and cries sometimes about it all.
God made His plans,he followed and found peace.
So much to say,so much to share.My family,my heart.
To every thing, turn, turn, turn,There is a season, turn, turn,turn,And a time to every purpose under heavenA time to be born, a time to dieA time to plant, a time to reapA time to kill, a time to healA time to laugh, a time to weepTo everything, turn, turn, turn,There is a season, turn, turn, turn,And a time to every purpose under heavenA time to build up, a time to break downA time to dance, a time to mournA time to cast away stonesA time to gather stones togetherTo everything, turn, turn, turn,There is a season, turn, turn, turn,And a time to every purpose under heavenA time of love, a time of hateA time of war, a time of peaceA time you may embraceA time to refrain from embracingTo everything, turn, turn, turn,There is a season, turn, turn, turn,And a time to every purpose under heavenA time to gain, a time to loseA time to rend, a time to sewA time to love, a time to hateA time for peace, I swear it's not too late- Turn! Turn! Turn! by The Byrds, 1966 taken lyrics from the Book of Eccleciates 3:1-11