My Betrothed
By Effie Darlene Barba
My betrothed hath gone to distant land
Preparing all that He has planned
Majestic Castle I am told
With streets and walls of purest Gold
And one day soon He comes for me
So I His Glorious Bride might be
What Gracious, wondrous love He’s shown
He paid the price, made me His own
How was it that He saw beneath
My filthy rags and did bequeath
His Crown to place upon my head
While taking all my shame instead
There’s nothing in this heart of mine
Could e’er deserve such love divine
I’ll never know what He did see
And yet, He did, He’s chosen me
He sent His counselor to prepare
My every flaw to then make fair
A righteous robe to then adorn
One day soon, One precious morn
My Lord, sometimes, I feel so frail
And fear my love for you will fail
Oh Love, my Love, I need you near
Your face to see, your voice to hear
Your letters pressed against my breast
A whispered prayer at each night’s rest
Awakened at some midnight’s hour
I feel your strength in me empower
Each day I live, I love you more
That on that Joy my heart doth soar
The trials, pains all fade away
While I await my wedding day
My betrothed hath gone to distant land
Preparing all that He has planned
Majestic Castle I am told
With streets and walls of purest Gold
And one day soon He comes for me
So I His Glorious Bride might be
What Gracious, wondrous love He’s shown
He paid the price, made me His own
© 2014 Effie Darlene Barba
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