bride
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Her love serves
Down her heart’s nerves are nerves
In sweet redemption and reflection
Heaven makes their re-election
Oh, sweet help.
The word "fight" never seemed to apply
I see its far more than what meets the eye
A promise made in youth that must live when youth dies
And I fight. Oh, its a front and a facade - yes, I fight!
Two years, three years, five years passed
Now we're in this chapel
Everything feels surreal
It all feels like a dream
Two years, three years, five years passed
The Mountain tall,
It stands with pride.
It soars with trees upon its side,
A pointing shard,
Her Standing guard.
Waiting there below his Bride.
She walks the night on star staircase
by the moons silver glare
glides along the glittered sky
as if wings held her high
her eyes reflect the wounder of the night
a voice like a harp in the wind
"Just Married" signs are so
wonderful to be seen
on the back of a car
speeding down the highway
to a destination
unknown by onlookers.
The direction only to be determined
My collar's too tight, the room is too hot.
I shuffle my feet, my stomach's in knots.
Once I look up, I can breathe because I see
There she is walking towards me
As she comes my way, passing pew by pew,
Love is a dream
that every girl is looking for.
Love is a way
to make it through a long, rough day.
Love is the smell of a rose
that meets you at your front door with a kiss.
Her alarm went off at six in the morning
She heard wedding bells in her sleep,
then the snooze went off-- a warning.
He turned on the coffee pot,
somewhere on the other side of town.
My Love,
You are my heart, my joy, and my bride.
For you, I took the nails and the wound in my side.
For you, I was beaten beyond recognition.
For you, I lived knowing I’d endure crucifixion.
