We travel through the waves and wafts of white and shifting snow,
A wedding where we meet the groom and of the bride we know,
A group of friends, cathedral bound, will gather there to view,
Before our Christ and witnesses the words professed, “I do”.
Now parents tear remembering their little girl now,
Their babe in white and ribbon smiles is all grown up somehow,
The tall and handsome groom he takes his hands and gently holds-
Her hands in his; they’re facing now new life as it unfolds.
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 16, 2016
In dedication to a wedding of our dear friends’ daughter
Their babe in white and ribbon smiles is all grown up somehow,
The tall and handsome groom he takes his hands and gently holds-
Her hands in his; they’re facing now new life as it unfolds.
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 16, 2016
In dedication to a wedding of our dear friends’ daughter
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