I vividly recall the first time I truly saw her, standing gracefully in the garden. She was a short distance from her mother, bathed in the soft, hazy light of the afternoon. Even then, a sound arose within me, like a hallelujah, reminiscent of joyous wedding bells, silver and gold in their resonance. It was a feeling that struck me deeply, a sensation that remains with me still – her smile, a radiant wave rushing through the very core of my soul. This was the beginning of my Hearth Song, an internal melody sparked by her presence.
She possesses a strength and presence that is awe-inspiring, like a mighty host, an army whose banners fly high and proud. Who is this figure who emerges as brilliantly as the dawn itself? She is clear and luminous as the moon, radiant as the songs carried on sunbeams. Her sweetness is like honey, yet her spirit is as robust and fortifying as red wine. Indeed, the strength of our bond, this profound love, is such that many waters could never extinguish its flame. This enduring affection is the powerful chorus of my hearth song.
Do you remember those early days, filled with shared dreams and humble beginnings, when we meticulously counted every dime? We were as poor as honest salesmen, working tirelessly through thirteen-hour days, often with little tangible reward to show for it. Yet, you always declared that you felt incredibly rich. We had each other, a warmth that sustained us through every hardship. We feasted not on material wealth, but on something far more substantial – a love as comforting and invigorating as whisky and shared songs around the hearth. These memories are the verses of our shared hearth song.
We have been fruitful, haven’t we, like a plum tree laden with abundance, yielding a bounty far more precious than fleeting trips to sandy shores. What I truly cherish is the sound of all our children, filling our days with the joyful chaos of rough and tumble afternoons. This life that the Lord has bestowed upon us is nothing short of splendor. And when my time comes, when I lie dying on my bed, Oh, God Almighty, let me hear them – a chorus of all my people singing Psalms. With my final, ragged breaths, I will join in their song. This family, this life, is the complete and resonating hearth song.
She is awesome as a mighty host, an army with its banners flown. Who is this who shines forth as the dawn? Clear as the moon and bright as sunbeam songs. She’s honey-sweet, and oh, she’s red-wine strong. Oh, many waters cannot quench this love. Oh, many waters cannot quench this love. Oh, many waters cannot quench this love. This unquenchable love, this is the eternal refrain of my hearth song.
