The bride eyes not her garment but her dear Bridegroom’s face; I will not gaze glory but on the King of grace;not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand;the Lamb is all the glory;in Emmanuel’s land.

He comes the Bridegroom promised long;go forth with joy to meet Him;and raise the new and  nuptial song;in cheerful strains to greet Him…

 Bride  by Ashley Vitale

So many times I lie awake
Just listening to the night
Thinking of Your love for me
Dreaming of Your light.
On the day that You proposed
You started to kneel down
But, instead of pulling out a ring
You just dropped to the ground.
Stretching both arms wide
You let cruel soldiers nail their cross
To your bleeding hands and feet
While they only stared and mocked.
You climbed a hill called Calvary
To wear a crown of thorns
You hung so marred upon that tree
Enduring hateful scorns.
And though You never said a word
I heard Your heart ask mine
“Beloved, can I ask you?
Do I ever cross your mind?”
“Do you see how much I love you,
See the price I’ll pay for you?
And, will you trust me always
Knowing I will see you through?”
Speechless, I stared like a statue of stone
As Your precious blood flowed like a tide
And all You prayed was for me to say “Yes”
As the wicked crowd screamed, “Crucify!”
“Oh, Lord, I am worthless, unworthy of your grace.
I don’t deserve your love, I confess.
But, I believe,” I whispered, “that you’re suffering for me.
Yes, I know it now. Yes, Lord, yes!”
Tears streaming down my face
I watched You breathe Your final breath
But, I couldn’t understand.
How could all this end in death?
You were laid in a tomb and I thought all was lost
For three days, I wondered why
Then one bright morning, You rose from the grave
Coming from death unto life.
That day I experienced love in its power
Our hearts were forever entwined
And instead of me wearing my grand bridal gown
You glowed in robes of spotless white.
Now, You sit at the Father’s right hand
While I lie here awaiting the sound
Of the trumpets announcing my Bridegroom’s return
And our journey to heaven-Your home.
You’ll carry me over the threshold
‘Til I’m safe on the other side
I’ll look in those eyes filled with love and grace
And rejoice that I am Your Bride.