The Wedding

    The groom stood by his solemn bride before the country preacher
    Angelic hosts had gathered close to notice every feature
    The tall man stood in suit of blue, the short bride dressed in green
    He looked upon with loving eyes the prettiest girl he'd seen

    The bridesmaids both stood wide-eyed as awaiting sacred cue
    While the flowergirl danced from foot to foot in shoes that were so new
    The best man stood too poor to buy a coat for the occasion
    But posed there patiently to hear the preacher's recitation

    The one lone groomsman took his place trousers hiked up to his calf
    Yet no one really seemed to mind or even thought to laugh
    The ring boy ran from left to right unsure of where to settle
    Then darted to his mother's side to show the shiny metal

    Someone met the singer one hour from the wedding's start
    But the way that he was singing seemed to touch the coldest heart
    No eye was dry in earth or sky as the preacher boldly said
    Can anybody tell me why these two should not be wed

    A quietened hush fell through that place in defiance of an answer
    All stood still to hear God's will except the little dancer
    So be it... cried the preacher... So be it... cried the crowd
    So be it... cried the ring boy though only half as loud

    Every eye beheld the pair as they took each others' hands
    Exchanging one another's love with inexpensive bands
    The vows were said I do I do... You now may kiss the bride
    No earthly words could dare express the joy they felt inside

    Overhead the angels watched and turned their blessings there
    The preacher bowed his head to pray one final closing prayer
    The small crowd left, but turned their heads to a voice which seemed to say
    Look not on his with eyes of man... God's work's been done today

[ by: John Bruce Langley ( -- from John Bruce Langley ]


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