Sometimes words are a limited human resource and no string of them expresses the glory evident in the moment.

We watch her walk the aisle with one hand wrapped around her Dad’s arm and two eyes fixed on her groom.

Like a Day that is coming soon when “the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his Bride has made herself ready” (Revelation 19:7).

You are holy, holy, holy. We stand and sing.

Deep silence fills my heart.

Because what can you say when you see the gap between Majesty and man?

Between heaven and earth?

Between purity and sin?

His glory unbearable.

His holiness unapproachable.

Because of Christ, there is a day approaching where He will “present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless” (Ephesians 5:27).

I watch the bride and groom join hands. A perfect union.

Awestruck.