The veil of the bride cannot hide her face
From the groom that formed her likeness
The gown of white does not hide her shape
From the One that presents her to the Father
At the introduction the Father proclaims:

The reports of your beauty pale in your presence
How long My Son has lamented over you
How long He has courted and wooed you
How many nights He has looked on as you slept
How many days He has watched over you

The charge of the angels of heaven has been
To guard the purity given to you by His grace
Presented to you at the time of your engagement
The blood-red ring that you ware on your left hand
As a sign to the world that you are His alone

In the days past, like the young at heart, your groom
Has asked, “Is this the day I go and get my bride?”
Upon His face before Me, He prayed for you daily
He jealously watched the angels gather your prayers
And place them in the golden bowls made by His hands

His heart has burned like the fire in the alter of incense
His passion could not be contained within the Holies
And it cause the veil to be torn from top to bottom
His love for you covers the earth like the flood waters
To Me He once said, “For this women I would die!”

Come My child into the house of the LORD to dwell
Be to Me as a child taken from My own body
Let Me be as One that could grant My Son His desire
Let Me dress you in the finest heaven has to offer
Join My Son this day, and of this day there will be no end

© 2006 Tim D. Coulter Sr.