White lace, black tie, roses, candlelight;
Mendelson playing on the organ;
Deep breath, moist eyes, open door, all rise;
The bride's walking in with her father.
"Who gives this woman to be with this man?"
"Her mother and I, we give her hand."
So it begins, so it takes flight,
Covenant, covenant love.

Pink lace, blue wool, babes come to the home;
Each one is brought to the altar.
Prayers giv'n, Word read, friends stand, family there.
Each child a gift from the Father.
"Will you raise this child in the Word?"
"Her mother and I vow before God."
So it goes on, so it still flies,
Covenant, covenant love.

Fifty years, time flies, joy rings, tears dry;
And love grows deeper, stronger.
Here now, this day, all see God's way,
True faithful friend and Father.
"Will you continue to run in this race?"
"We will continue to run by His Grace."
So it is flowing, delivering strength,
Covenant, covenant love.

Terry R A Eissfeldt
copyright 210

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