More fullness of the day,
Could not bring forth the sight,
No spell of gentle rain,
Or wish of striking might,
It is more truly grace,
More truly love divine,
The staying of his hand,
Revealed in coloured sign.

Escape to tulip fields,
A gentle sea of watercolour bulbs,
The depths in inky blue,
The heights a sunset multitude.

Gladness in a band of friends,
Laughs and pizza warming in the oven,
Now my glass is overflowing -
You see, there's Coca-Cola on the table,
What a headache seeping down into a giggle,
To be a fool in friendly company,
An evening with a band of friends.

Funny faces mark the days,
And childhood months slip into years,
Hazy times too full of cheers,
And loudest laughs,
To compact in rambling remembrances.

Praise him for these gracious days,
Where time is but a word, He holds them in his heart,
And holds them still.