I’m thinking of a wedding.

It could be yours, it could be mine

With a handsome man

so groomed and defined.

The white of this dress is pure

and the cut, well-trimmed.

In my mind are three words

and forever begins.

AISLE. ALTER. HYMN.

I’M READY!! I think, I presume?

But there are still some doubts that my mind consumes.

“Ag, just nerves”

I console my heart and think,

Mom gave me three words and it’ll be over,

AISLE .ALTER .HYMN

Some ululate, some cry as I walk down the aisle

I see my journey of life as I pass people by.

I cuss in my head,

‘I think I’m gonna die”

WHAT AM I DOING????

I’ve seen all the signs.

But then I remember

I’LL. ALTER. HIM

Infront of the alter

after the second hymn,

I see godly figures, cherubims and seraphims

I hear a voice.

God says, “You are dead”

I pinch my skin to check

and He says,

“Child you’ve ignored your Daily Bread”

Spiritually retarded, Dunno how it started,

But one thing I BELIEVED is that

I’LL. ALTER. HIM

He looks at me with loving eyes,

I shed a teardrop.

I mixed up the words and my soul says I should Stop.

I CAN’T ALTER HIM

Call me the runaway bride

But somehow I’ll gather up my pride

and wait on Him,

to show me the way , with less a price to pay.

Til that “big” day, once He shows me the way

those THREE WORDS used in the correct array.

I’ll wait for him