For Leah and Sam

 For Leah and Sam

On Your Wedding Day

16th August 2025


Feel it as the beat fades in,

The beat is ‘Praise You’ - Fat Boy Slim…


🎶Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat-beat-beat-beat-beat beeeeat🎶


One day two souls found their right track

And found there was no turning back.

Two hearts which danced

To ‘Praise You’ beats…


🎶Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat-beat-beat-beat-beat beeeeat🎶


Today we Praise You

Like we should!


You, like us, 

A pre-COVID couple,

Found each other

And formed a ‘bubble’;

Kept your distance, 

For your health,

And found that love 

Was your true wealth.


🎶Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat-beat-beat-beat-beat beeeeat🎶


Today we Praise You

Like we should!


Your souls have danced

Every day since,

Living together

In Exeter bliss.

Ivy’s joined you

Along the way,

She always, always, 

Makes your day.


🎶Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat-beat-beat-beat-beat beeeeat🎶


Today we Praise You

Like we should!


Your tracks now mixed,

The DJ spins;

The soul train’s arrived 

And Life’s win-win!

Today we celebrate!

Stand from your seats!

“Here's to two hearts that dance -

To ‘Praise You’ beats!”


🎶Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat beat-beat beeeeat…

Beat beat-beat-beat-beat-beat beeeeat


You've come a long long way together,

Through the hard times and the good,

We have to celebrate you Leah and Sam,

Today we Praise you like we should!🎶


And long may the beat go on!


With love,

Angela


🎶With credit to Fat Boy Slim 

https://youtu.be/ruAi4VBoBSM?si=HRYAOYNXP7cNSzxd

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