Amy, a picture of beauty in bloom, a child carried by a saving grace. Bounding freely, a sweet smell of perfume, Filled by God who knitted you for this place. A shining joy washing away the gloom, with delicate freckles, soft on your face. With a Holy kiss in the Upper Room, a divine radiance that you can trace. So pure, a picture of beauty in bloom, long dark auburn hair, each strand set with grace. Big brown eyes are reaching your heart’s own tune, you’ve shown me strength in every soft embrace. Melodies arise, the angels make room, the heavens sing a faithful song of grace. By God’s own hand, two hearts are brought to bloom, Intertwined in Yahweh’s loving embrace. A covenant lifted in sweet perfume, this love will stand upon its timeless base. Your hand in his, God’s promise has made room A bride adorned in everlasting bloom.
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