Lord, I could have lost her,
I could have let her go,
The one who is the sum of my loves.
I could have fallen into another fate,
Where another woman would snuffle in bed
(Or maybe even snore)
Not with happiness, but a clot of disappointments.

For Your personal direction
To her alone — thank You. Thank You!
For a love so utterly pure,
Thank You. And thank You once more.

I am not the hero, for she went for ME,
And not because I found her.
These are Your wondrous works,
This is Your fatherly Love.