Familiar with sorrows Acquainted with grief Bruised, despised, torn, rejected Never a complaint, no cry for mercy This is the man in search of a bride What maid could be worthy? Virginal, sheltered, delicate? No But made spotless, returned to virginity Seasoned and broken, loyal and grateful Amazed that she is wanted Eager to please and obey Yes This King requires a queen of character This wedding is to be a homecoming Only One like this could love her Faithful when she wandered Laying down his life Dying for a wretched whore Only this love could cleanse Only such strength Could fix the gaze of one so wanton Unconquerable, immoveable Now, THIS is a man! Meekness and majesty Power and purity The Man who is God Cleanse yourself, no spot or wrinkle Turn away from glorying in shame A spotless bride Made spotless Not always 'spotless' But returned to purity Awake church Throw off your rags Bathe in the blood A white dress awaits you Stephen Pursell, 9/04 |  |
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