Dwight

I was walking through a season of waiting in the dark

Surrendered expectations, gave the Lord my heavy heart

Then a message on a screen brought a light into my view

From February to July, I was opening up to you

I flew down from Boston, you drove three hours on the road

To that Nashville airport terminal, where my blessing would unfold

Oh, Philippians 1:3, I thank my God every time I remember you

My Bubba, my Big Baby, you’re the hope He led me to

He knew exactly what we needed, His timing is the glory

I'm so grateful for this love, and the Author of our story

You stood there with twenty-four pink and white roses in your hand

A bag full of my favorite things, a truly gentle man

We dined at the Aquarium with the water all around

Took pictures for the memories in that Tennessee town

You were my bodyguard on Beale Street, kept me safe and held me close

From the comedy to the music museum, you're the one I treasure most

Oh, Philippians 1:3, I thank my God every time I remember you

My Bubba, my Big Baby, you’re the hope He led me to

He knew exactly what we needed, His timing is the glory

I'm so grateful for this love, and the Author of our story

You never let me touch a door, you treat me like a queen

The most consistent, God-fearing man that I have ever seen

Emotionally mature and patient, you listen when I speak

We’ll keep seeking Him together, through the strong days and the weak

Then we spent some days in Memphis, you had more roses waiting there

We toured your favorite places, having conversations rare

So authentic and so honest, just laying down our guards

You make me feel so valued, Dwight, you’ve healed my waiting heart

Oh, Philippians 1:3, I thank my God every time I remember you

My Bubba, my Big Baby, you’re the hope He led me to

He knew exactly what we needed, His timing is the glory

I'm so grateful for you, Dwight, and the Author of our story

Yes, I'm grateful for His perfect timing, and the Author of our story