The Ideal Mate

Dear Lord,

There will always come a time when winter will gave way to spring

And the cold, dark nights will turn into bright, warm days

The raindrops of gloom will cease from pouring from the clouds

In place will be the sun's nourishing rays.

Now is the season I have come of age

Just as the canary hums a sweet song to attract

Another bird to be with him to make a home out of his nest

I ask for the ideal mate to stop in my tracks.

I am not at all concerned

With his complexion or his physique

But along with a sincere smile and courtesy in his speech

There must be something about him that is exquisitely unique.

I do not require that he possess

The intelligence of the bards and sages

But he should understand that he must have knowledge

To hold a job and earn his wages.

I do not want him to squander his time

In the company of wine and folly

He must devote himself to the things that are lasting

And keep his ways righteous and holy.

His character must be precise

His integrity, lacking of flaws

He must love You above me and above all else

Just as You commanded in your written laws.

Let him have the wisdom to abide by his father's rules

And the prudence to heed his mother's counsel

If he will practice humility and kindness beyond our march to the altar

I will never be a distressed damsel.

He must be a lover of all men

But not necessarily of their wicked ways

Before striving to accomplish a great feat

Let him kneel before You and pray.

If the young man and I are indeed destined

To meet and engage in a principled romance

Provide us with the fortitude to control ourselves

Before temptation readily takes its chance.

Let him be the one to ask for my hand

If his heart and intentions are noble and true

And we will live our lives with Christ as our foundation

In Jesus' name, this I ask of You.

Amen.

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Dirk Nowitzki