The world is often merciless,
And loved ones dispense hate.
But you, my angel, came to me,
And I became your refugee.
You saw my pain was great.
In a time when selfishness was rife,
We promised to be friends for life.
Our bond cemented through the years.
Your weaknesses I found;
And with the new strength I had gained,
I bolstered you, and thus sustained
Your feet on solid ground.
One day you took me as your wife;
We vowed to have and hold for life.
Our path has not a straight one been—
So many snags and curves,
So many times we had to wait,
Allowing God to check our gait.
All this God’s glory serves.
And though we had our share of strife,
We kept our promises for life.
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