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Behind the doors I stand
Clothed in the aching of my nerves
For standing other side
Is a man I don't derverve

King of Kings is who they call him
And do they rightly so
Though on the outside appears ordinary
Inward dwells a spiritual glow

His manner and his speech
Is more powerful that you can percieve
And you can feel his presence linger
Long after he has leaved

Now waiting for my cue to go
And start my new beginning
A voice whispers inside my ear
reminding me of all my sinninng
 
Looking in the mirror beside me 
At this veil laced with shame
With a dress as white as purity 
A False declaration for this dame

I have nothing good to offer him
Little he gains with me as a wife
Is this truly ordained by God
Or will he regret it later in life

But as the door flings open
The organs begins to play
Crowds rise to their feet
And I try to shake my fears away

Raising my head to see my lover
Expecting a disapproval glance
Instead bewildered in my mind
As I see his look of acceptance

With each step I take the past fades
And the worry casts aside
Taking his hand, seeing his face
I feel ready to become his bride

"Oh my darling" he gently whispers
"All along this was my plan
For you to leave this world of disorder
And to dwell in my promised land

For even as you were dark as night
And your sins as black as tar
You still chose to cling to me
Sensing I wouldnt be that far

Please my love, put your trust in me
As I guide you all your days
I'll conquer your foes, heal your pain
And from your side I'll never stray"

Lifting her heart to her Prince of Peace
Wiping the glisten from her eyes
A leap of joy jumped in her heart
And a love from within began to rise

So she stands with a life before her
Knowing that it'll more than suffice
And now till forever she'll remember
The day she became the bride of Christ
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