Evidence of a Higher Power

Sometimes it's hard to believe that there's someone up above,
When all these bad things happen in my life, and in the world,
But when I see your beautiful face, and hear your melodic voice, and think of
The first time I laid eyes on you, and stumbled
To catch my breath, to speak,
I realize that there really is a god above.
Sometimes I cry, and wish it was into your arms,
I recall the moment I said to myself, "that's the man I'm going to marry",
My sorrow, my anger, disarms,
And when I remember the moment we first met,
My cup runneth over with glee.
 
If hope had a name, it'd be yours,
If love had a name, it'd be yours,
If beauty had a name, it'd be yours,
If kindness had a name, it'd be yours,
If truth had a name, it'd be yours.
 
Whether you were sent to me from above,
As hope, or love,
(Though to me, you are both),
You have propelled my personal growth.
 
Yes, this is true,
I better myself for you,
Every day, and every night,
I pick and choose what I fight,
I dissolve my sorrow and my anger,
And hold my head just a little higher...
 
...Knowing you are evidence of a higher power.