Don't think I don't know the stakes, the shapes you take, the stops and waits.
And there were roads and avenues leading me away from you.
Instead I chose the fragile choice of warmest heart and strongest voice and steady hands to guide me.
I think I know from experience that it's hard to love a man who has made a mess.
Thank the Lord that love is work.
Every day it gets better.
And when the beauty of our youth and voluntary servitude stumbles from our bodies in hardships, well never in my life have I felt more surrendered, more alive, and I promise our love will guide us through the darkness.
Your strength, your love, your sacrifice.
The risen bride of Jesus Christ.
Today we've come as man and wife, and you've become the rest of my life.