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.