Love Comes Dressed for His Bride
In a fancy car, the groom will arrive Love comes dressed for his bride
The finest coat, for his back Smooth oil, for his head A ring, on his hands
A razor, through his beard Fine scents, on his face A vest, on his side.
In a humble manger, One greater arrived Love came dressed for His bride
His back draped, with stripes His head crowned, with thorns His hands adorned, with nails
His beard trimmed, by plucking His face washed, by fists His side marked, by the spear.
My Love wraps me as a garment Polluted though I was Now like snow on his hips
Love has no one than this To trade for another’s bliss.