A friend one time invited me to a wedding,
"Who's the couple?" "Well, come and see. You'll learn along the way." I had things to do already that day, "Maybe another time. Maybe the next surprise event. I can't just drop everything For something I don't fully understand." Another day a stranger came, Stopped by my office, had something to say, If it weren't for the earnestness in his eyes I might have turned away, but his burning Heart nearly set my chair on fire, Another wedding, another feast, I still didn't get it, why was I wanted? Why did he go out of his way to invite me? I still can't come today, Besides, I don't have on wedding clothes. A young girl came dancing down my street, Leading a whole parade of all kinds of people. I saw the joy in her steps, Heard the humming uniting her heart With the hearts of all those going with her, I half-wondered but then I knew, I knew where they were going, They were going to the wedding. My heart cried, "Take me with you!" And she saw me, paused, and came To offer her hand to me in friendship, I hesitated. Was it still right that I was invited? I've turned the offer down before -- "What does your heart say now, In this moment?" she asked me. "I want to know the bridegroom. I want to see his face. But I feel undeserving." "Will you accept his grace?" "I will. Yes. I do." "Come with us. Join the song." I take her hand. She smiles. Her grasp is secure. Then she dances, and I dance with her. We are going to a wedding, a feast, We are going to honor the generous host, The bridegroom-king, We are going and by his grace We are made beautiful. Comments are closed.
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