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I stand at the little church, Beneath a benign arch. The music gently beckons, As I take a moment to quiet My fluttering heart, And wonder – There is a higher calling; Am I really prepared? With bowed head, I Wing a prayer heavenward, And lift my eyes to see, Beyond a sea Of dear faces – encouraging, congratulating – Yours, the dearest of them all. He led me to you; So clearly, So beautifully. And as I walk down this well-worn aisle, He leads me again. As we pledge our lives together, Affirming words that are age-worn, yet Beautiful in their simplicity, I see your love mirrored in your eyes And know that mine must reflect them too. “My heart is stilled to perfect rest” He is here; With us. There is a higher calling – true. And that is the reason He brought us together. With me beside you, We are prepared. Life stretches before us, Filled with its own challenges. And as I place my hand In yours, I know That the word He gave Me, is true – “Two ar...

“Never let it end, God, Never – please – All this growing loveliness, All of these Brief moments of fresh pleasure – Never let it end. Let us always Be a little breathless At love’s beauty; Never let us Pause to reason From a sense of duty; Never let us Stop to measure Just how much to give; Never let us Stoop to weigh; Let us live – And live! Please, God, Let our hearts kneel always, Love their only master, Knowing the warm impulsiveness Of shattered alabaster… So Never let it end, God, Never – please.” - Ruth Bell Graham