MY VALENTINE
My valentine is not made of flesh
But he sure gives me happiness
To me he's never raised his hand
He my joy a wonderful man
And when it seems the chips are down
And know one else is still around
He promised me in Matthew 28
That by my side he'd always stay
When I'm right and when I'm wrong
He still takes the time to pick up his phone
He has prepared for me a place
Not for my righteousness but by his grace
All I have to do..