the waiting moment

He stands on the stage

All dressed up in his best suit

Eyes streaming in the crowd

Maybe a few drops of perspiration

As the Angels play tricks on his mind

He stands erect with an anxious face

Scouting the sea of faces...

“Where is your bride, Martin?

Is she coming or has she forgotten?

Today is her big day...”

He says a short prayer

“Let her come Let her come

I am waiting here like ages..”

Then his ears pick up the tune

The marching bride comes along

Martin looks up

The smile spreads over his face

“My Lord she comes

Thank you for bringing her to me

In Your Grace I thank you”

Belinda walks to the stage

Every eye turns to smile at the bride

In her radiant smile in white wedding gown

The sound of melody ringing high to the sky

The time has arrived

Martin smiles his anxious face disappears