Redemption
She was a beauty made; fashioned and formed for a man
Knowing not the searing loss of the life that was made and the joy she had,
Seized the chance to become her own, swallowed a promise that would make her whole
The whole of life was swallowed up; the light in her eyes grew dim
And brokenness, and gripping fear ripped her to pieces
It’s a misunderstanding riddled with pride
She believed this was all about her
But who was she? And what was her life?
It caused her to die.
I am a lovely bride dressed in the purity of white and life
My Home created me, the promise sure, it will endure
His Word is true, and it stands for you too
But my heart, a wayward breeze, meanders towards the oceans of me
Consuming fire of self-absorbed praise burns me to pieces.
It’s a misunderstanding riddled with pride
I believed this was all about me
But who am I? And what is my life?
It’s time for me to die.
Whom have I but the Giver of life; the blood He shed endures.
The death he bore brings life to us; His glory ever pure.
His promise, it is sure; we’ll live forevermore.
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