The Rue

 Chipped teeth Ice Fights And a Golden goal On this Sunday  Make it bittersweet  That the  Olympics in Milan Cortina Are over

 Lord I’m not going  To pretend  That I understand  That was Never the Assignment  Obedience is And trusting You Is the plan  Because  You shattered mine  Effortlessly 

 Trust Me You say  I won’t lead  You astray  As I  Approach Lent May I  Wholeheartedly  Believe  That You Keep Your Promises To me

 Grateful  You humor  Humble  And love me  In spite of myself 

 God  Give me joy  As I Await The blessing  I’m so  Eager To see

 Roses are red Violets are blue It’s the day Of San Valentin Let those  You love  Know it Deeply and resoundingly