I give this woman, Clayton
To be your wedded wife.
My last child, my precious daughter
To forever share your life.
I give her unreservedly
For I know you realize
How deep and strong and gentle
Shines the love within her eyes.
Please take the love she offers,
It's deeply rooted in her heart.
And know she'll always cherish
The tender love that you impart.
I give this woman, Clayton
In ivory satin, pearls and lace.
Amid love songs and scented flowers,
A gentle glow upon her face.
Take her moods and sensitivity,
Give her wings so she can fly.
As you take the time to know her
Your wants and needs she won't deny.
I give this woman, Clayton
How I wish her Daddy knew!
He'd said no man was good enough,
He's missed the joy of knowing you.
I feel so blessed and grateful
For the training that you had,
The special molding and direction
Given by your Mom and Dad.
I give this woman, Clayton
Remain steadfast by her side.
I'm so thankful God is once again
The Father of the bride.
1996, for my daughter, Angela.
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2 comments:
Again, beautiful! Although, I could have done without the "moods and sensitivity" part, written down for posterity. :)
angela, did you want mom to lie???
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