Man, Wanted

Man, wanted
Who will walk me every Sunday down the aisle.
But first you will pray for me, hold my hands, then gently
Zip up that long, black preacher's robe. 

You will have more in-laws than you ever dreamed.
My mom and dad, yes-- and the church organist and the
Patriarchs, matriarchs, old timers and youth--
All wondering if you're good enough for me
Good enough to join the family.

You know that I am wedded to another.
The Builder is my husband. First.
And my ordination-- I thought that would be
The wedding.

So I don't know quite what to do with you
And you know it. And you love it, better
Love me, love the crazy life we live
Together.

Man, I am waiting for you, but please don't 
Be hurt when I say I don't really know if you're
Out there somewhere; or just in here.

Man, I know you love me and Jesus big enough 
To know. To know first a congregation
Crowded my heart but I saved a place

For you.