We are His church; His Bride!

Oh Father, take this veneer, this façade of humble tears,
This works based humility
And set us free! Set us Free!

Yeshua, your blood justifies
Your Stain magnifies the Glory of your Gain!
Your reward, your battle fought,
Your liberty that sets us free for Liberty!

Turning, turning, keep our fire burning!
Let your Bride refuse the tide
Of appeasement that belied Judas.
Betrayal on every side,
Satan lied, Jesus died.

Open our eyes to see what’s true
To look into the eyes of You
You who broke the yoke of sin
We knit together with our own hands
Yet your victory stands
And still your command destroys all works
And in the wake of chaotic and desperate pleas
Of mercy
You are seen on your throne and we are on our knees!

Oh, fill us, fill our lamps, so we can shine with your Glory and be ready
Oh, set us free to worship Thee and to speak of your story;
Your story filled with Grace not from this place
but from heaven’s own celestial source,
that font of Mercy that subdued sins deathly fury.

Sanctified, glorified, washed from worldly pride
We are His church, His bride.

© 2014 Betty May Ferreira