A year ago, I took my turn
to preach to ex-pats in Lucerne
and in the process fell in love
with Central Switzerland.

The friends we made (like family)
let down their guard and helped us see
that honest sharing brings us close
and binds our hearts as one.

The Wounded Lion’s weeping face
inspired thoughts of haunting grace
that Lewis knew in Narnia
as Aslan gave His life.

The old walled city with its charm
reminded me that no grave harm
befalls the one who is hemmed in
by God’s protective care.

And Mount Pilatus soaring high
became a sermon in the sky.
A constant source of towering strength
is God to Whom we gaze.

Yes, on this anniversary
my heart is full as it can be.
Our Swiss adventure proved to be
a dreamer’s dream come true.