"With hands clasped
together, silently I utter my prayer:
Give him to me not too soon, not too late
Meet us together in time that’s appropriate
Not when the flowers of spring have just grown
Not when the last leaf of autumn has been blown
Let our rendezvous be a blessed place
Where Thine magic dwells and superior grace
Let our hearts be awaken at Your perfect time
When all my love is his, and all his love is mine
Into temptation lead us not I pray please
As we wait for ones coming, may we not be teased
In the palm of impurity lift us out
As we wait for ones arrival, may we not be in doubt
I pray for him and I pray for me
Blessed our love to come Oh Gracious Thee
Guard his heart and guide mine too
In our days of waiting, may we see only You."
- A poem by my bestfriend, Denisse -
