For Better for Worse
When I was young, I plotted out a course,
And all alone my mooring lines let slip;
I turned my helm, for better or for worse,
The way I chose, and sailed my buoyant ship
To seek through tossing seas the golden land.
And any ruin that I might steer upon,
By ruthless rocks or shallow flats of sand,
Would be my loss alone; and ventures won
Were solely mine in glory and in gain.
But now we two are bound, God grant me grace
Never to bring you drowning down in pain,
But help you look with me up to the place
Where Jesus is, who hears our desperate calls,
And helps us lift the other if one falls.
Here is a link to my other sonnet based on the wedding vows.