A Wedding

1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4
 Don't think I don't know the stakes,
 The shapes you take,
 The stops and waits.
 And there were roads and avenues leading me away from you.
 Instead I chose
 The fragile choice of warmest heart
 and strongest voice,
 And steady hands to guide me.
 I think I know from experience
 It's hard to love a man who has made a mess,
 But thank the Lord that love is work and every day it gets better.
 Because I chose
 The fragile choice of warmest heart and strongest voice,
 And steady hands to guide me.
 And when the beauty of our youth
 And voluntary servitude stumbles from our bodies into hardships,
 Well never in my life have I
 Felt more surrendered, more alive, and I promise our love
 Will guide us through the darkness.
 Your strength, your love, your sacrifice,
 The risen bride of Jesus Christ.
 And today we've come as man and wife,
 And you've become the rest of my life
 Because I chose
 The fragile choice of warmest heart and strongest voice,
 And steady hands to guide me,
 Your steady hands to guide me.