Oh how beautiful you are to me…as you form me into the bride you want me to be…
Coming back to my first love…as I gaze in your eyes…
You will hold me…gently in your arms of love…
You told me that you wanted to see me…you lifted the veil…
You told me that you loved me…I didn’t know what to say…
You told me to snuggle…as you held me close to you…
Teach me what it means…to be your bride to be…
I want to see you face to face…as you wrap me in your grace…
You held me on the cross…and cried the tears that should’ve been my own…
As I look in your eyes…I see that your love reaches my heart…
I want to hold your hand…as you carry me over the threshold…
You’re so lovely…as I fall asleep at night, thinking about my Lord…
There are times I wonder…why you would want the church your bride…
You lift my face…when I tell you that I need your grace…
You forgive me and exchange my rags…and give me a train of white…
As I walk down the aisle…I hold your hand…