These fifteen years, I’ve placed my hand in yours
And wrapped my dreams with yours from year to year.
You came to me from ancient Celtic shores
And left behind the things you held so dear.
Four blessings: home, where God and prayer belong.
Our eldest, Brian, prince of all our dreams.
And then Therese, who’s blessed with gift of song
And Ronan, who redeems us all, it seems.
Yet these last years have challenged all we knew,
And tested our heart’s core of faith and trust.
We wept as our dear son’s mean illness grew,
And watched our business almost turn to dust.
And still. With no one else I’d rather be.
Into your hands, I offer all of me.