A poetic tribute to a friend as he reaches 50 years old.
|Cresting upon new shores as a wave,
Attaining new heights, breaking new ground,
The clock turns on, and with it age,
New flecks of grey, his hair is crowned.
Wisdom and age go hand in hand,
And with it a perspective new,
Learning to take both the bad and grand,
Trusting the Lord to escort him through.
As on this path, his feet follow God’s,
Our fingers mesh, together we face,
Each new year that comes, this path we trod,
Relying upon His saving grace.