Finally it is here
The one we have been waiting for all year
Graduation week
Oh, doesn’t that sound so sweet

The time for parties
The time to relax
The time to throw away the books
The time to start to pack

Graduation night is so near
I can almost hear the cheer
The cheer in the voices
As we sing out year 12 song

One last walk around the school
Trying to remember through the gloom
Of the highs and the lows
Of the happy and the sad

One last look as we walk out the gate
Of the place we called home for five years to date
Saying goodbye to friends, maybe for the last time
As the bell rings the last chime.

To the graduate who makes me smile
Or melt away whenever he comes near,
The handsome one, with lovely eyes and hair,
Hearts leaning toward his sunlight all the while:
Even I, who am your friend, lean toward you,
Gripped with pride in all that you have done,
Relishing the compliments you’ve won,
Alight with all the ways I might reward you.
Draw your own sweet dreams. I wish you well
Upon your graduation and beyond.
And if I could, I’d wave my magic wand
That happiness for you I might compel,
Even as I think what time might tell.

Thank you for being where all these years went.
Happiness comes from the people we are.
All we believe in and value is here,
Nearby our hearts with the door still ajar.
Knowledge is wealth that can never be spent.

Years from now, searching somewhere for a star,
Our skies full of diamonds, each in each blent,
Unknowing, in you we will find what is clear.

Thank you for listening,
Hearing me out.
All my sad sorrow
Needed, no doubt,
Kindness and sharing.
Yours the love strong,
Open and caring,
Under my song.

Thank you for the gift of life,
For letting me be me,
For all that I can know by words
And all that I can see,

For all the music I can hear
And all the songs I sing,
For all the joy that comes to me
And all the joy I bring,

For all the food that I can taste
And all the sweet scents smell,
For all the loved ones I can touch,
Who love and wish me well,

For all the beauty of the world,
Ever fresh and new,
I don’t know who else I can thank,
And so I’m thanking you.

What matters is not how deep the valley,
Nor how dark the lonely night,
But the closeness of our loving Shepherd,
Our Comforter – our guiding Light.

He who holds our hand when we need a friend,
And carries His helpless sheep,
Lights our path with His Glorious Presence,
Our hearts and souls to keep.

What matters is not how big the problem,
Nor those obstacles we face,
But the strength and power of our Great God,
And His sustaining grace.

Our loving Lord doesn’t judge us
For every mistake we make,
But gently guides our steps
In the paths we should take;
And when we stumble in our walk,
Our Shepherd’s hand is there,
Ready to correct, comfort, and lead
In love, and tender care.
His vision is always perfectly clear
When ours is foggy and dim,
And When We Fail along the way…
We learn to depend on Him.

Lord, thank you for loving us
Though we are weak and frail,
Teach us to depend more on You,
And forgive us when we fail.