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The bride
I was told a story of love,
A story foretold by a few privileged to see times ahead,
Foretold that love will serve the ultimate sacrifice,
A sacrifice for the bride to be the bride.
In a little town centuries ago,
Was a babe born,
Born to one found in favour,
Born a king and rocked in a manger.
A king whose bride He had come for,
A king who worked with woods and nails,
But came to create a masterpiece,
Not made from wood and nails but from love.
He knew a price was to be made for the bride to be His,
A price not of monetary value,
So on a wood held together by nail, He paid
Laying His life as the price for His love.
"Born that man may no more may die"
He travelled to the darkest,
Defeating death that His bride may live forever,
He is the groom whose love defeated death.
© Nifer🤍
A story foretold by a few privileged to see times ahead,
Foretold that love will serve the ultimate sacrifice,
A sacrifice for the bride to be the bride.
In a little town centuries ago,
Was a babe born,
Born to one found in favour,
Born a king and rocked in a manger.
A king whose bride He had come for,
A king who worked with woods and nails,
But came to create a masterpiece,
Not made from wood and nails but from love.
He knew a price was to be made for the bride to be His,
A price not of monetary value,
So on a wood held together by nail, He paid
Laying His life as the price for His love.
"Born that man may no more may die"
He travelled to the darkest,
Defeating death that His bride may live forever,
He is the groom whose love defeated death.
© Nifer🤍
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