The Promise

Wide-eyed we step down the aisle
Hand-in-hand, yoked as one, anxious smiles

Unable to know what lies ahead
Spared by grace, joy shields us from dread

Those there on that day could not know
Our vows of commitment promised sorrow

But sorrow we know has little cost
For Christ felt hell on a wooden cross

Nothing compares to his crushing pain
And we know his death was not in vain

From death he rose in victory
Love's greatest scars on hands and feet

Now through suffering we have hope
Because his embrace remains our yoke

Now, with confidence, we confess
Marriage promised no happiness

It promised work and death-to-self
Growth in spirt, not in wealth

Remaining hand-in-hand, unified we form
Rooted deep, braced for the storm


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