The Truest Valentine
Tis the season of Valentines,
Of words of love spoken in rhyme,
Of gifts from heart to heart,
Of hands joined together, some torn apart.
A season of love ever so hopeful,
yet a season none the less.
What will this season bring?
My heart would dare to ask.
But let this my quest be,
The truest of loves
Let my heart seek,
And forever my true Valentine be,
Only forever, only Thee,
The truest love that ever was, ever is, ever will be,
my one, my only Valentine true,
in every season,
Lord is You.
(by Deborah Miller)
Of words of love spoken in rhyme,
Of gifts from heart to heart,
Of hands joined together, some torn apart.
A season of love ever so hopeful,
yet a season none the less.
What will this season bring?
My heart would dare to ask.
But let this my quest be,
The truest of loves
Let my heart seek,
And forever my true Valentine be,
Only forever, only Thee,
The truest love that ever was, ever is, ever will be,
my one, my only Valentine true,
in every season,
Lord is You.
(by Deborah Miller)
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