Fifty years is really not enough
In which to plumb the depths of someone's soul.
Fifty more years, then, should be the goal:
To know the beauty of another's love,
Yearnings shape, and life-long shadows buff.
Yet life was never easy in those years.
Everest is sometimes hard to climb.
A will to love has brought you to this time,
Rich in joys that time cannot remove.
So may this day be filled with happy tears!
For some the years turn out to be a blessing:
In life and love the choices of the heart
Find their way to lushly colored meadows
Touched at night by fantasies of stars.
Yearnings sway like dancers in the wind.
You have learned the music of caressing,
Each taking passionately the other's part.
All the silent beauty of your shadows
Reappears as song that nothing jars,
Sheer happiness unfolding without end.
Fifty years together is a mountain
In truth not all of us would wish to climb.
For umpteen thousand days... but, well, who's countin'?
The two of you have trudged up this incline.
Yet what you see up there must be sublime.
Your love has shaped your lives much as the weather
Erodes the Earth into majestic forms.
A half a century of life together
Reveals the rock beneath the mountain heather,
Splendidly unmoved by passing storms.
Honor thy parents, those that gave thee birth,
and watched in tenderness thine earliest days,
and trained thee up in youth, and loved in all.
Honor, obey and love them; it shall fill their souls with holy joy,
and shall bring down God's richest blessing on thee;
and in days to come, thy children, it they're given,
shall honor thee, and fill thy life with peace.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures, great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows there we play,
The rushes by the water
We gather every day.
He have us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
God made the world so broad and grand,
Filled with blessings from His hand.
He made the sky so high and blue,
And all the little children too.
Peace be to this house
And to all who dwell in it.
Peace be to them that enter
And to them that depart.
Day by day, dear Lord, of Thee
Three things I pray:
To see Thee more clearly,
To love Thee more dearly,
To follow Thee more nearly,
Day by day.
Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people.
They are born with a little bit of angel shine about them,
and though it wears thin sometimes,
thee is always enough left to lasso your heart-
even when they are sitting in the mud,
or crying temperamental tears,
or parading up the street in mother's best clothes.
O God, our heavenly Father, grant that this child,
as <he/she> grows in years, may also
grow in grace and in the knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ,
and that by the restraining and renewing influence
of the Holy Spirit <he/she> may ever be a true child of
thine, serving thee faithfully all of his/her days.
So guide and uphold the parents of this child that by
giving care, wise counsel, and holy example, they
may lead <him/her> into that life of faith whose strength
is righteousness and whose fruit is everlasting joy
and peace, through Jesus Christ our Lord.