THE LOST BRIDE OF THE KING

By Mia Ghibee

 

Living in this world corrupted by wickedness,

Looking for a cover for my nakedness,

I am burdened, and no one can free me,

But You were there, ready to save me.

 

I looked at You as I walked away,

Why did You have to suffer this way?

You made Yourself a shield.

For sins, You never committed.

 

Do You really love me that much,

That You keep me, and no one dares to touch?

Though I do not yet know You,

You have redeemed me from my debt.

 

I finally heard about You,

You are the Son of the King I knew,

But I do not believe in You,

As I do not see the kingship blood in You.

 

You teach me and lead me through,

And watch me wherever I go,

Your immeasurable love without a clue,

You promised, but I do not know if it is true.

 

I said I love You too,

But a lover came and took me away from You,

The pleasure that seemed impossible to find in You,

That is why I did not want to remember You.

 

I thought I would be happy and free,

But the lover did not stay long with me,

He left me down, broken, and alone,

And I had nowhere to go but home.

 

I am ashamed to return to You,

But You are the one I long for,

My tears are dripping, and I feel the misery,

When I stumble, You carry me.

 

I keep walking in the darkness,

Remembering those days of happiness,

I cannot count how many times I have hurt You,

But You find me and never let me go.

 

I fell into the pit in the absence of light,

Crying alone on the coldest night,

I looked up and saw Your lovely face,

Reaching out my hand, You held as You gazed.

 

Now I can see the light,

You forgave me and clothed me in white,

You know me, and I have nothing to hide,

Indeed, You are the King I once denied.

 

I will wait for Your return,

To witness You sitting on the throne,

I will keep my clothes clean and white,

So, I will be worthy to be Your bride.