it, but I was too lazy to "pick" 'em out! :o) Either way, enjoy and
The river was deep, the water was cold.
I was only twelve years old.
My dad and me, were trout fishing,
Waste deep in a Michigan stream.
He showed me how to make that fly,
Look like it was so alive.
And then he helped me understand,
How to be a fisher of men.
And all the world was right,
And I felt so full and alive.
In the wonder and the light,
And I would never be the same,
For I knew somehow I had changed.
Even now I'd have to say,
It was the very best of days.
It was like a rock, the lump in my throat.
I was eighteen years old,
But I had to say something,
To the prettiest girl I'd ever seen.
A new world's record was set that day,
For the stupid things I'd say.
I made her laugh, it must've been enough,
Some times I look to the eastern sky,
Wonder what it will be like,
When we all finally learn, of the day You return.
What will I feel? Where will I be?
Will it all seem like a dream?
coming back for his family again.
And all the world will be right,
And we'll feel so full and alive.
In His wonder and His light.
And we will never be the same,
For I know we all will be changed.
And we will surely say,
"This is the very best, the very best of days!"
If anyone has corrections, by all means do so. I thought this would be