Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Poem of the Week
Innocent and beautiful is the young and blushing bride
The valiant man she calls her groom stands beaming at her side.~
Yonder on you see a man who gave away her hand-
A father who's watched over her until she joined this man.~
A figure so pretty beside him, full of virtue, love, and grace-
She is the happy little mother with tears of joy rolling down her face.~
Young men stand close by also with brotherly pride and love,
Knowing it is their sister's beauty that everyone speaks of.~
Her younger sisters look to her and dream of their big day,
When their father will once again give his daughter's hand away.~
Family and friends give their kind works of congratulation,
And their thanks for inviting them to this memorable celebration.~
The bride slips away from the happy crowd to speak with another Guest,
One who she is the most glad to have near and who she knows the best.~
It is her Savior, her Father, and Lord who is watching over this day,
And she can trust He will always be there for her, come what may.~
She thanks Him for His greatness; His grace to her in life.
She's grown from child into woman and now into someone's wife.~
Stand with her, Thou the God of all, be ever at her side.
Keep in Your merciful, kind hands this young and blushing bride!~
©Allix Brunson
June 17, 2009