Our priest told this one at our wedding... and every wedding.
As a young bride was standing at the back nervously waiting for the wedding march to begin her mind wandered a little.
First she noted her groom - they were both quite young and he was just a boy it seemed right now.
She look at the aisle, covered with flower petals as she has always dreamed it would be.
Next she looked at the alter, festooned with flowers for their spring wedding.
Finally the organist finished the music she had been playing as the time approached, one of her favorite hymns.
And she started to think of the symbolism of these items.
The boy, the aisle, the alter, the hymn.
And she started to repeat as often new brides do..
Boy - aisle - alter - hymn
Boy! I'll alter him!
(she don't cook, don't clean, and spends money like water.... but she sure is beautiful...
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