| Standing at the altar
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| With his bride to be beside
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| Through the stained glass window
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| Came down a beam of light
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| The weight of the commitment
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| Poured over him with fear
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| Like ice cream in a filling
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| Now the future’s finally here
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| His soul had been replenished
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| By the words the vicar read
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| The organist dissected
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| All the pieces she’d been fed
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| Open your hands
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| Where once was a steeple
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| Then look within
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| At all of the people
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| Family and friends
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| In this congregation
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| Open your heart
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| To this celebration
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| The choir pitched in early
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| As his heart began to rip
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| His anxiety was swollen
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| With the quiver of a lip
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| He looked around the chapel
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| Seeing everybody there
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| He slowly fell to pieces and was only too aware
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| The vows were something special
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| So much deeper than he’d thought
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| Commitment bound in footsteps
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| That would be a lifelong walk
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| Standing in the picture with his family all around
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| Proud to see their Father
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| Finally put the anchor down
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| She had offered amnesty for a multitude of sins
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| Through the stained glass window her love shone down on him |