When wedding bells begin to chime, we know forever we’ll have a good time.
It’s fine for a while, but hardly seems right as honeymoon love now fades from our sight.
The smiles we’ve had now turn into frowns while we watch the sun on our dreams go down.
Our Garden of Eden is now a brown patch, while we ache with an itch we cannot scratch.
You were beautiful, and I was handsome; now our best things are both held for ransom.
The treasure we hold is all still there, but there’s a new way to get it; we both have to share.
Our love is still there to have and to hold, but now it must grow; we have to be bold.
To serve and to honor, love and protect; not to demand what we need and expect.
The vows we made were not honeymoon words that leave when it’s tough like flyaway birds.
We live by a covenant, not how we feel; what’s mine is now yours, our commitment is real.
My kingdom is yours, not mine, and protected, even when I feel unloved or rejected.
Our covenant will forge us up rocky cliffs, whether it’s rhythm guitar or rock and roll riffs.
We all want the same, a love to endure–but only surrendering ourselves is the cure.
Yielding your heart that demands its own way to stay in charge at the end of the day.
Proud and afraid, it’s ready to fight, to keep all the power and prove that it’s right.
But what do we do when our love is on ice? We go to the cross and self-sacrifice.
Our power at last is found through the cross, surrendering it all and counting it loss.
Self-will gets nailed there with its selfish strife–I’ll love you forever, the rest of my life.
