For now, there’s hope ahead,
we face our fate together.
These months, were filled with dread
and were like winter weather.
We had a life so grand,
we walked the path side by side,
and always had a summer plan
with Jesus as our guide.
We grieved when our lives changed
‘cause our future, we were losing.
The doctors, to me exchanged,
inside your body, blood was oozing.
They wanted to stop dialysis,
pressured me by your bedside,
brought sadness to our summer plan,
but Jesus was still our guide.
All those months you lay asleep,
I traveled miles to feed you lunch,
I read you John, then I would weep;
we needed miracles by the bunch.
I read each day and watched you lay
but Jesus as my guide.
As time went by and you came home,
the seeds of summer began to bloom.
A new air bed with touch of chrome;
we moved the gloom from every room.
Your chair with wheels became our fern,
red rose bushes, fresh greenery,
the period of finest perfection,
sun shiny days for you and me.
For what is hope but summer days,
and an end to hospital stays,
I am your wife, you are my man,
can we revive our summer plan?
Yes, now we share, we laugh, we cry,
with summer’s beauty always close by.
We watch winter turn the tide
with Jesus as our summer guide.
© 2012 Carol Dee Meeks