The Chance To Meet
R Ray Hansell
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Whether walking on a beach
Or, sitting by a fire
Spending time with you
Never seems to tire
Walking barefoot
In the sand
Side by side
Holding hands
Climbing on some rocks
High above the water
The afternoons get colder
As the days become shorter
Chopping wood for a fire
To warm us from the cold
Watching the flames as they dance
This life never gets old
Sharing time with the one you love
The one who makes your life complete
Every day I thank the Lord
It was her, I had the chance to meet
10-22-09/RjH
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