I am His Bride

(Thoughts from Song of Solomon chapter 8)

I hear His voice calling high up in the hills

It is a voice of love and to my heart it thrills

He wants me to come so we can be together

My heart it lost a beat and flutters like a feather

I am His Bride, I am His Bride, and to Him my heart I bring

I am His Bride, I am His Bride, and He the Bridegroom King.

I climb and climb but stumble, stumble on my hands

I so desired to be with Him and do just as He plans

His call to me continues urging me up higher

His call to me is love, I am His one desire.

I am His Bride, I am His Bride, and to Him my heart I bring

I am His Bride, I am His Bride, and He the Bridegroom King.

I see the look, deep in His eyes he urges me to come

My heart for Him is beating faster than a drum

Holding out His Hands and to His arms I swing

I am His Bride and He the Bridegroom King.

I am His Bride, I am His Bride, and to Him my heart I bring

I am His Bride, I am His Bride, and He the Bridegroom King.

revised 9^th Dec.