How did you become part of my story?
We walked in such different circles
Though alike in hearts and minds
Of love of the Lord and His dear Mother
I still find it incomprehensibly awesome
So deeply grateful for His divine graces.
What do you think marriage holds for us?
The seeds to love Him more dearly, clearly,
While, for me, it's to follow Him more nearly
Through, with, and in you, today and every day.
Beloved of the Father, and each other
We can change lives, move hearts together.
Who knew we could have so much power
To glorify God's story of salvation?
By living ardently our marriage vows
Sanctified in a mutual assent to Cana.
When do we know we do His will?
We die to live in His image and likeness.
Our songs of freedom, songs of joy
touch the weary, imprisoned and sick
No one is neglected, the hungry are fed.
Where will we go in this lifetime?
We cannot know, but yet, we trust
His ways are suitably sufficient.
Like Juan Diego, we simply obey,
Allow winter roses to tickle our senses.
Why pay the price; so bravely say yes?
Only the heart of the Mother knows
If we follow her lead, we, too, will be blessed.
We walked in such different circles
Though alike in hearts and minds
Of love of the Lord and His dear Mother
I still find it incomprehensibly awesome
So deeply grateful for His divine graces.
What do you think marriage holds for us?
The seeds to love Him more dearly, clearly,
While, for me, it's to follow Him more nearly
Through, with, and in you, today and every day.
Beloved of the Father, and each other
We can change lives, move hearts together.
Who knew we could have so much power
To glorify God's story of salvation?
By living ardently our marriage vows
Sanctified in a mutual assent to Cana.
When do we know we do His will?
We die to live in His image and likeness.
Our songs of freedom, songs of joy
touch the weary, imprisoned and sick
No one is neglected, the hungry are fed.
Where will we go in this lifetime?
We cannot know, but yet, we trust
His ways are suitably sufficient.
Like Juan Diego, we simply obey,
Allow winter roses to tickle our senses.
Why pay the price; so bravely say yes?
Only the heart of the Mother knows
If we follow her lead, we, too, will be blessed.
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