A bride Awaits Jesus is my fortress ,my rock of security.
His name is the keys to his kingdom.
My crown he has made of grace.
My robe is weaved by his righteous.
My shoes are made of peace.
My heart of praise is his delight.
His ears are open to my prayers.
My tears are dried by his promises.
In the garden of my heart we walk.
In silence I here his voice.
He is the tree of life and I but one branch.
I am a bride in wait of his coming.
By his side I shall spend eternity. |
