I know dear Lord, You walk with me
Into the wind or by the sea
Along the path that winds around
The village square, the heart of town.
While children play and students learn
The flowers bloom and seasons turn
As summer’s heat begins to rise
The night displays clear sparkling skies !
Oh what a sight our hearts have seen
With good and bad laced in-between
A glowing hope that God forgives
Our weakness where tradition lives !
Claire V. Bogdanos 