I walk with you on cobbled streets,
My hand in yours across the seas,
For miles are meek. Though you I miss,
The trial in truth lies not in this.
We now must like that stone declare
“Christ is All.” Though time should wear
Word from rock, the rock still proves
Whose will above all else we choose.
Submitting thus our hopes and fears,
We’ll run in faith through all our years.
And if my path leads me not hence
To you, I’ll seek no recompense---
Already I am overpaid
In fellowship, memories made,
These lessons learned, and this (most sweet):
Imagined walks on cobbled streets.