LOVE LIKE THAT

BY FLINT CHRISTENSEN

IN A QUIET SOMBER CHURCH

IN WEST JEFFERSON, ID

WHEELED IN AND AT THE FRONT PEW

WAS HOW TRUE LOVE SHOULD BE

MARRIED NOW SOME 60 YEARS

MINUS TWO THE DAY BEFORE

SAT MY GRANDDAD, WITH HIS CHILDREN

GATHERED AROUND FOR TO MOURN.

WITH RASPY STRUGGLED BREATH

THANKED THOSE THAT CAME THAT DAY

TO SEE OFF HIS SWEET AFTON

WHOM GOD HAD TOOK AWAY

A PATRIARCH, A FATHER

TO ME HE WAS GRANDPA

BUT THE HOLLOW WITHERED MAN

ON THE FRONT ROW’S ALL I SAW

STRENGTH OF THIS WEATHERED FARMER

FROM EASTERN IDAHO

WAS STOLEN IN THE NIGHT

FROM HIS LOVE THAT HAD TO GO

WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT?

WHAT DO WE TREASURE IN THIS LIFE?

WAS ANSWERED IN THE MOMENT

THIS HUSBAND LOST HIS WIFE.

SHOULD I BE SO BLESSED?

I WAS THINKING AS I SAT

GIVEN 60 MORE YEARS

TO HAVE A LOVE LIKE THAT

A LOVE THAT’S SO COMPLETE

A LOVE THAT IS SO PURE

IT STANDS THE TEST OF TIME

AND CAN ETERNITY ENDURE.