Sacred Bride
Christ and The Church
He loves me
He really loves me
The way He looks at me, that smile on His face
The way He calls my name
The way He takes my hand
The way He just understands
He sees me
He sees my failures
He sees my fears
He sees my flaws
My joys, my tears
And He knows me
He knows everything about me
He knows all of my messes and mess ups
He knows the burdens I’ve carried
The secrets I’ve buried
The lies I’ve believed
The love I’ve given and received
He pursues me
Since the very beginning
He has been running
toward me
Even when I’ve run
away.
Out of my pain
Out of my shame,
I’ve broken His heart
Over and over again.
And still
He remains.
He doesn’t back away
He doesn’t cast blame
Or tell me I shouldn’t be this way
No, he chases me down
Picks me up off the ground
He carries me home
He cleanses my wounds
He covers my scars
And He says,
“She has captured my heart
My beloved, my bride
She has captured my heart
With one glance of her eyes”
He says, He delights in me
He says, He would fight for me
He says
He would die for me
All
Over
Again.
Yes,
He would give His body, His blood
For His Body, His Bride,
The Church, His beloved
For whom He laid down his life:
She is
Broken but beautiful
Imperfect but radiant
Stained but stunning
Scarred
But
Sacred.