The Gift

How silently the purity the wondrous gift is given
For love has made a way for us to come into your presence
You are the bridegroom take us in your arms
We refuse anything that hinders love

We're making ourselves ready for the consummation in fine linen, pure
With the sound of intercession filling the golden bowls
We are bursting in your beauty

It's the joy of being love sick... The pleasures of loving you

We plant our lives in the soil of your love
And we watch them grow and bloom
The aching longing to see you face to face
To behold the stain of love our groom
You said you would not share your glory
With another one...

We are not another... We are your beloved

We are making ourselves ready - for the consummation
Arrayed in fine linen clean and bright
With the sound of intercession filling up the golden bowls
We are bursting in your beauty and your might
And the prayer room in heaven and on earth has come together
And your reign of love will rule the universe

It's the joy of being love sick... The pleasures of loving you

So spread your blanket of love
Over your love sick ones
Let love flow now.
The spirit and the bride say come
Comfort your love sick ones
Let love flow now.