Poet 
: 11
Verse 1
We were young, hands in the dirt, planting prayers,
Sunrise faith in a small-town square.
You whispered Psalms, I hummed the tune,
Two hearts rooted in something true.
Chorus
Side by side, we’ll grow old in these rows,
Love like wheat, bending slow as it goes.
God’s hands hold every season we’re sown,
Eternity’s harvest—where our hearts find home.
Verse 2
Years turned pages, storms tested the vine,
Hair turned silver, but your eyes still shine.
Through every drought, we knelt and stayed,
Our love an altar grace never swayed.
Chorus
Side by side, we’ll grow old in these rows,
Love like wheat, bending slow as it goes.
God’s hands hold every season we’re sown,
Eternity’s harvest—where our hearts find home.
Bridge
When the final sunset fades to gold,
We’ll trade these fields for streets of stone.
No goodbye, just a “Hallelujah” rise,
Forever young in the arms of the Divine.
Outro
Oh, we’ll grow old just to stay brand new,
Heaven’s horizon, me and you.
Every wrinkle a hymn, every scar a verse—
Our forever story, written in the universe.