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This Ode to Carol is sure to be
a wedding gift for eternity,
some words to guide, my love to tell,
the vows to recall, to on them dwell.
The years of loneliness in my past,
the yearning for a soul mate to last,
the final death of hope for a mate,
before the Lord, accepting my fate,
That long dark time of desperate nights,
of month after month without insight,
of long summer eves, so dark and so
cold,
without e’en my pets to cuddle and hold.
Then when at last the Lord had me
stripped,
when all my selfish tears were dripped,
with death of hope for fellowship sweet,
to rest in His arms, with Him only weep,
the wounds inside sufficiently healed,
the deepest of scars, fully annealed,
the search for a mate over at last,
the walk of faith with Him steadfast,
I went for a walk one day in May,
The Human Race Fundraiser came into
play.
Friends came along to walk the course,
‘cause I couldn’t run the race with
force.
Someone named Carol stepped alongside,
we talked those miles, stride after
stride.
I offered to work on your car that day,
mechanical skills came into play.
You plainly asked me to ask you out,
that wasn’t something you had to shout.
A week passed by before I dared call,
hope against hope, risking my all.
A dinner, a movie called The First
Knight,
of chance, romance and kisses delight,
of hands so tenderly intertwined,
the fire of a touch, a look divine. |
This Ode to Carol is sure to be
a wedding gift for eternity,
some words to guide, my love to tell,
the vows to recall, to on them dwell.
The years of loneliness in my past,
the yearning for a soul mate to last,
the final death of hope for a mate,
before the Lord, accepting my fate,
That long dark time of desperate nights,
of month after month without insight,
of long summer eves, so dark and so
cold,
without e’en my pets to cuddle and hold.
Then when at last the Lord had me
stripped,
when all my selfish tears were dripped,
with death of hope for fellowship sweet,
to rest in His arms, with Him only weep,
the wounds inside sufficiently healed,
the deepest of scars, fully annealed,
the search for a mate over at last,
the walk of faith with Him steadfast,
I went for a walk one day in May,
The Human Race Fundraiser came into
play.
Friends came along to walk the course,
‘cause I couldn’t run the race with
force.
Someone named Carol stepped alongside,
we talked those miles, stride after
stride.
I offered to work on your car that day,
mechanical skills came into play.
You plainly asked me to ask you out,
that wasn’t something you had to shout.
A week passed by before I dared call,
hope against hope, risking my all.
A dinner, a movie called The First
Knight,
of chance, romance and kisses delight,
of hands so tenderly intertwined,
the fire of a touch, a look divine.
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