I thought of you today -
stood in church in navy dress,
not my usual Sunday morning, not my usual place.
Stood far back -
held a squirming, wilful girl and early morning chat,
baby friend and christening and talk of this and that.
But couldn't sing,
couldn't hardly listen in,
words which in their good intent meant nothing there to me.
I could not engage myself in anything he said.
In anything he meant,
life and love and God above and children heaven sent,
great and good and saviour too and ever faithful friend.
I thought of you - and Jennie too - and kept a tear in check.