Father, when the trees
fall on my future and block my path;
when hope becomes a joke
I cannot tell; then you

do the unexpected—your wonder
and your glory revealed—you
show me paths I would never find
alone. And you alone

can take this man I've married,
make his heart a fresh field.
Hope is the seed thrown
into our lives; you bring

the flower and the fruit.
Teach me not to sow hurt there,
and teach me trust. Even knowing you,
I doubt your wisdom

and I die inside.
Take this man, take this marriage
and this heart; grow the miracle
of obedience in our lives,

and Father, please,
please, make us wise.

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