HIS BRIDE
PRE-VERSE
She’s dressed in white
He’s standing there, waiting for his bride
The music starts to play, softly
The guests all rise
Here comes the bride
VERSE 1
It was the perfect wedding and
It seemed it couldn’t be better and
Yet she strayed
She stole his promises
Took his heart and
Walked away
PRE-CHORUS
And she took the dress he made her
And sold it for a favor to a stranger
Who took his bride
CHORUS
There was crying in the church that day
As he watched his precious bride walk away
And as he looked at her one last time
He searched for his reflection in her eyes
VERSE 2
Walking the streets
She lit her red candles every evening
A tempting harlot
Brazenly charming all who passed by
A voice like wine
Caressing the lusts of the city each night
She cries out
Her scarlet ambitions
From temples adorned with the beauty
He gave her
PRE-CHORUS
And with tears he watched
His harlot play
An alluring flower,
Obsessed with her fame
Weary and jealous
He let her go
CHORUS 2
And there was crying in his house that day
As he let his precious bride slip away
And as he looked at her one last time
Gone was his reflection in her eyes
Bridge
Yet despite the pain she gave him
He couldn’t let her go
Though disgrace had embraced her
He appeased the debt she owed to the strangers
Through a gift in a manger
As he claimed her once again
And with blood and tears
He set her free
Absolving the debt of her harlotry
He adorned himself in her scarlet red
shame
It cost him everything to make her clean again
PRE-VERSE
She’s dressed in white
He’s standing there, waiting for his bride
The music starts to play, softly
The guests all rise
Here comes his bride
And as he looked at her one last time
he saw his reflection in her eyes
