Thou crossed eight and fifty strides through thorns and roses,
Great arrows perhaps hit thee; yet blown off with thy breath.
In an unknown planet thou might be yonder our keen eye.
Like an albatross there flew ‘cross our world of life,
And we browsed thy breath in the flight of the bird.
Thou hast become a Good Samaritan with us three,
Each of the step we've lain there's an imprint of thine.
We've been cherished by thy pleasant shower,
Each of the bruises we received is treated with care.
Thou art a Good Samaritan appeared in our life.
This is the day thou wert born, and here is our song for thee,
Be cherished in the flowery garden of verses painted here.
Andthou art the rainbow ever to shine in the sky of our life.
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