Joe and Angela Garrity
It is priceless to not receive
The deepest longing of your dreams
Something better, something unseen
Remains waiting, quietly
I am your shield, your great reward
What else are you hoping for?
Lift your head and joy will come
Am I not better to you than ten sons?
This cherished gift
To you I’d lift
But can I confess
That what I now possess
Is truly yours?