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An Honest Wedding Toast

Updated on February 11, 2013

I was the tinkling

cymbal, the sounding brass,

the fool who said

in his heart that


there is no God.

I looked at the

works of my hands,

and all of it


poured through my fingers

like water. Today love,

soft as sunrise, simple

as sky, silent as


silk, solemn as sea,

gave me a wife,

a family, and grace

to finally know God.

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