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.