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..