Bride of the King

Chains of bondage wrapped so tight

One mistake after another, every day and night

Who had I become, and was there any end

To the misery, pain, and bondage I was living in

My truth had been distorted, and my heart stripped away

Would I always feel this worthless and picked “over” day by day?

I continued to give what I had, thinking surely one would see

I was worth something, and one would give back to me

But how could I give away, what I did not contain

How could I freely love, when all I felt was shame

If only I could stop this ride and start all over again

I would do things different, and not heap sin upon sin

Please, someone, tell me, there is something more

Tell me there is “light” behind these dark and heavy doors

Am I only fooling myself, and this is “just the way it is”?

For me to live behind the mask with my chains and my mess

And then, one day the WORDS came to me

It is “’I’ that you need, take My hand, I’ll set you free”

Who me? The broken one, rejected, scarred, and shamed

Yes, you! My chosen one, now let Me have your chains

If you will put your hand in Mine, and receive my glorious call

I will take you down the road less traveled and restore it to you all

Where ashes once were heaped, only beauty will reside

More beautiful than ever the Kinsman Redeemer’s Bride

There is nothing in your past or present to keep us apart

I pour upon you my anointing and redeem your broken heart

I will put joy in your heart and give you a garment of praise

And display you for My splendor for the rest of your days

The Bride of the Prince of Peace, the beautiful Bride of the King

You will wear My Robe of Righteousness, and I will wear all other things

I have redeemed you, restored you, and set you free

Now “reach out”, take My hand, and dance in liberty

You are My Darling Daughter, only fit for a King

Now live like you believe Me, and I will bless you beyond your dreams

I am not asking you to do it alone, just seek Me with all your heart

I am your Kinsman Redeemer, and I will do your part

I have covered you with My blood, and washed you white as snow.

You were bought with My Life, now you are radiant with My Glow

My faithful promises are your armor, so sore on eagle’s wings You are Redeemed and Restored; you are the BRIDE OF THE KING!

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