I’m on my way to church this morning, and the weather couldn’t be more lovely. My Sunday croissant and coffee are delicious, the sun shines gloriously, and I have time To sit and give thanks before I have to get vested and preach. Only one thing could make this better — and Margaret will be joining me here in just a week.
The song suggests that once one goes to the chapel and gets married, “I’ll never be lonely, wo-oah.” (Or “no more,” I’m not sure.) That turns out to work better as a lyric than as a rule for marital expectation. But all hard things must come to an end, and in just a week “I’ll never be lonely no more” — at least for a while.