GEDIGTE / POETRY
The poem I wrote for my eldest daughter, Delia at her Wedding
I kept it a secret – not even Mandy knew. When the minister asked,
“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” I rose from my seat,
walked to the front, and recited this poem:
26th March 2005
Who gives her away?
That is quite a question you are asking,
Neither answer to be lightly given
Give our precious treasure away?
Not on your life!!
Not unless it be t’ward the very
purpose for which she first was
You see, some 24 years ago
Into our arms was laid
A precious gift –
A tender little dove
But with a charge:
Carefully counsel, nurture and love
Mould and create – don’t just leave to fate
Guide and protect this little bird
Until at last, sensing the magnetic pull of
God’s call on her life
She’ll rise, and with wings so strong,
she’ll fly a straight course toward her destiny
You said to give this little bird away?
A beautiful flower bud, she was.
‘Twas our joy and delight to watch this
pretty little bud filling out –
Each petal perfectly forming –
Until at last our delightful rose burst forth into full bloom
Her splendour and sweet fragrance radiating the glory of God
An absolute joy to behold.
Did you say to give our little Rose away?
‘Twas a seemingly insignificant little white stone,
placed in our hands
Only as each facet was being cut did we start to realize the value of
A diamond, deliberately and carefully shaped by the Master’s hand
Suddenly held high, its lustre reflecting the brilliance of God’s light
Into a dark world
Lighting up little eyes
Must I really give our precious diamond away?
Ours was the charge
To shape and refine
This Dream – of God
Precariously placed in the care of frail human hands
To guide this Dove towards full flight
To nurture this Rose till full bloom
This Diamond to sparkle in the light
What an awesome task
But a joyous one!
What is God’s dream for you my child?
What, the future God has planned
And what are you taking on, my son
What will be your Canaan land?
My job’s now done –
The race I’ve run,
The batten I now pass to your hand
So take this beautiful bride of yours
And give yourself for her completely – like Christ did for us
Constantly washing her with gentle words
That to Him, her you might present on that day
In full glory
For both of you, this is but the beginning,
A hope in the making
A dream about to unfold
A platform from which God’s purposes must be sprung
Your mission is now begun –
And in bringing you to this place, the greater part of my task is hereby ended
My little Dove has set her course,
My beautiful Rose is in full bloom
My lovely Diamond is sparkling in the sun
His will has been done
Therefore, Sir, with clear conscience I return to answer your question,
“Who gives this treasure away?
What shall my response be,
And what more can I say?
Is this the time, the person, the place?
Yes! Yes! And Yes again!
Thus my clear answer shall be:
“With unspeakable joy,
With absolute confidence, and
With our warmest blessings,
My wife and I do.