My bride

My bride was not my choice

My choice was sin

My bride was love to me

not by design but by sin

In all my ways did I deceive my bride

In all my thoughts did I pervert her

In all my base desires did I deny my bride

The decency of truth

What a cost I bear to have sinned so long

The knowledge of my former actions

pierce me like a pilum

When once my bride was known to me

When once my decision was of devotion

When once my character was molded by Thee

The bonds of sin were broken

My bride, the one to whom committed

has for a Jubilee been mine

These seven years of harvest

have gathered in five souls

My lamp is lit and ready

My eyes search for the signs

My bride and I are steady

in the hope of a soon return

of the One that made us whole

The One that saved our souls