The Love Story

Love story after love story Everywhere I go Will they have a happy ending? Does he really love her so? She's locked up in a tower Oh, however will she live? Her “mother” doesn't love her A lonely, little captive. He's the perfect candidate Her own personal prince charming And who cares about his background Or his attitude, alarming? She's a picture of true beauty As she lays upon the ground But the life that once was hers Is nowhere to be found. He's running to her side And a cry escapes his lips Perhaps a loving kiss Would undo this dreadful trick. She's a peasant in a ball gown Not your ordinary maid Princess for an evening? Who could not resist that trade? The moment that he saw her His heart began to pound Enraptured by her smile And her shoe left on the ground. The stories go for miles It's an ordinary plot The damsel's in distress And prince charming saves the lot. And how do they all start? What do they always say? Once upon a time, In a land far away? Part 2 - Well, once upon a time, In a land far away A Man was on a cross for my debt, to pay. This one's not a story It's as true as it can be That Man was on the cross Condemned unfairly. For every wrong that I have done He cried upon that tree And through His dreadful grief I was pardoned; set free. In His perfectness He died like that for me When all that I possessed Was dirty enmity. And while it was the only way For life in spite of sin How could my life have mattered To a mighty King like Him? When all that I had ever done Was nothing but untrue In His perfect love He took all that was due. And in the very light of this Those stories fade away Is there love that can compare to that shown on this day? It's wholly an example The love of the Lamb The love of my God As His Son became man. So, tell me now What would you say If we modeled our love In this very same way?