She Comes

I imagine her walking,
Walking toward me so gently.
I don't see or even know her,
But I know she walks in my direction.
I can only stay where I stand,
And anxiously await her arrival.
My heart is filled with joy
From the anticipation within.
For when she arrives
I'll know she's here to stay.
Now, she doesn't come to me alone.
She is escorted as I hoped she'd be
God walks hand-in-hand with her,
He is the only one
Who knows who each is about to meet.
That's how I know it is her,
Because God will bring her to me.
They walk up to me,
And my tears begin to flow.
She looks into my fluid eyes,
As God looks to me the same.
We all express our joy through flowing tears.
I fall to my knees and thank God
For finally bringing her to me.
He places her hand into mine,
And she and I walk together,
As God continues close behind.

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