My First and My Last

As we mature and get older,

We explore in search of a genuine lover,

Guided by the hand of the divine master,

To a prime and faithful partner.

Someone with a hand I can hold,

That our story may be told,

And the red carpet be unrolled,

With two rings in front of the Lord.

We build a home and family,

Loving each other faithfully,

With the kids running happily,

And growing old spiritually.

For the bond of marriage I entered with you,

Is like a river that continuously flow,

It would only last when our days are through,

And when the Lord calls for the final show.