Sometimes we cease to treasure
With a busy life and pace,
The picture of that bride in aisle
In gown of white and lace.

 The groom so stately, handsome, tall,
Waiting to take the hand
And place upon the finger
Love symbol, the circle band.

 The need is growing stronger
In the day in which we live,
Once again to pledge a love
Until our death to give.

 Give attention to each other,
What grieves or makes them sad.
If you have it in your power,
Transform and make them glad.

 It’s just a little longer,
So make it to the end.
With faith and self-denial,
Abiding reverence lets one bend.

 So keep that vivid picture
Of your waiting groom’s face,
And of the beauty of your bride
In a gown of white and lace.