The Father of the Bride
by Marian Multari

OH MY PRECIOUS CHILD
THE "APPLE" OF MY EYE
FROM BIRTH HAVE I CARRIED YOU
I'VE HEARD YOUR EVERY CRY
I HELD YOUR HAND
AND WIPED EACH TEAR
YOU WERE SAFE IN MY CARE
YOU ALWAYS KNEW IN YOUR HEART
THAT "DADDY" WAS EVER SO NEAR
I WATCHED YOU GROW
MY HEART WAS "THRILLED"
OH HOW YOU HAVE GROWN
HOW STRONG YOU ARE
MY PRECIOUS CHILD
NO GREATER JOY HAVE I KNOWN
THAT YOU MY CHILD WOULD BECOME THE "BRIDE"
WITH GARMENTS PURE AS "SNOW"
WITH "FAITH" AND "TRUTH" BIRTHED IN YOUR "HEART"
TO SHARE WHEREVER YOU GO
OH MY CHILD, MY PRECIOUS ONE
I WAIT FOR YOUR WEDDING DAY
WHEN I CAN SHOW YOU TO ALL THE WORLD
AND SO PROUDLY SAY
THIS IS MY "PRECIOUS" CHILD
THE ONE FOR WHOM MY SON DIED
WITH JOY UNSPEAKABLE WITHIN MY HEART
FOR I, AM THE "FATHER" OF THE BRIDE!!!
THE "SPIRIT" AND THE "BRIDE" SAY COME!!!!