Out in the cold and darkening night
I see a flickering, dying light
Is this indeed the House of My Bride?
Why will no one allow Me inside?
Down below in the gathering gloom
Wanders a weary, forsaken Groom
They all forget I am coming soon
As they play bewitching religious tunes.
A chaste young virgin I should find within
But, lo, a sound of rollicking sin
The door is locked by the Pharaohs of men
Determined are they that they shall win.
They push their programs and lock Me out
The bar Me from heart of My spouse
She bows to her masters who suck like a leech
They say, Give me more to pay me to preach.
What rogue hath ravished the heart of My spouse?
What thieves have broken into My own House?
What devils have defiled My Beloved's crown?
What merchants of sin ascend to My couch?
What meaneth these sounds of bleating of sheep
Those merchants of flesh scrambling to keep
The carnal coins I have come to sweep
From the heart of My Bride so deep in sleep?
Seeking out heresy auctioneers
Backsliders bid with itching ears
Souls are bought by the cheapest bidder
Rejecting My Truth as a fetter most bitter.
Fattening on sugar for the day of slaughter
Some saints grow tired of the Living Water
They choose the Booze of Belial instead
And devil’s doughnuts, not the Living Bread.
Where is My Bride, in my heartache I cry?
Where is that Fair One for whom I died?
Why do I languish in the dew of the night
When I long to sup with you inside?
Through parted curtains I clearly see why
No one will come in response to My cry
A golden imposter disguised as Christ
Is wooing My Bride with soft-scented lies.
His hands are smooth, they bear no scars
He promises her money, mansions and cars
If only from My truth she'll depart
And fall submissively into his arms.
She kisses him as the music plays
Belched from organs, pipes and C.D.’s
Merrily spins a roulette table
Furiously gambling, their guests are devils.
Make me feel good, I’ve put my Lamp out
Sighs the bride who recklessly gambles
My modernized christ I gladly sample
And bite from his deadly serpent apple.
The christ she’s spun to please her so well
Will lead her to a devil’s hell
He assaults her soul with silken hands
Which chain her heart like brutal bands
He plies her with lies and fills her head
With deviant doctrines which leave her dead
Sweet love will save souls, forget Blood I shed
Though I wrote My love in letters of red
Perfume the air, forget sacrifice
Preaching of judgment is not nicey-nice
Scatter the opiate flowers so fair
Deaden your senses, the dying aren’t there.
A dapper christ in designer suit
He drives a Mercedes purchased with loot
Stolen from widows and children’s bread
Merriment reigns in the House of the Dead.
This slickest of men steals My lover’s heart
Her icy indifference bids Me depart
In mercy and love I have given her space
To repent with tears and receive My grace.
Her eyes are glued to a monitor screen
She looks with longing upon her new king
A fancy face with nary a care
His polished pleas persuade her to share.
She opens her heart and her checkbook
Enraptured is she and wonderstruck
By this conniving, carnal crook
Destined for hell, he’s not in My Book.
His hands are heavy-laden with jewels
Purchased with funds from bamboozled fools
A carnival christ, He happily rules
Over souls who won't his advances refuse.
This lady’s in love with Idolatry
Her eyes are full of adultery
She says she’s grown more than a little bored
With serving a lowly Crucified Lord.
Besotted by sin they party within
My used-to-be bride with her flashy friend
Nibbling on favorite Bible bits
They can sell, distort, refine and twist.
Starry-eyed, she persists in sin
She plays a treacherous game she can’t win
Selling her soul to win fancy friends
Promoting a christ of hype and spin.
Religious merchants blaspheme My Name
They put Me to an open shame
My people think that the reason I came
Was to bring them riches, fortune and fame
Outside the church’s doors I’ve remained
Patiently knocking again and again
You'll never know My infinite pain
Just knowing that My tears are in vain.
Discarded in her garden I see
Costly garments provided by me
Her nakedness makes her feel oh, so free
To wed with worldly prosperity
Gaudy garments of fleshly pride
Conceal the corpse of a faith that’s died
Her haughty heart she’s opened wide
To all her lover’s lurid lies.
Again and again I lift up My Voice
Who shall be your eternal choice?
Will you drown out My pleas in party noise
And all your precious treasures destroy?
Why will you follow that devil to your doom
That polished imposter you love as your groom?
Don't you know I am coming soon?
Counterfeit christs are devouring you!
Repent of your sins, come away with Me
Or I’ll search for another whom I can set free
My Bride is destined to meet My need
For love and beauty through eternity.
She once turned to Me to meet all her needs
But now she mocks My very last plea
A brutal severing makes My heart bleed
Why won’t this House the Good Shepherd heed?
Where is My Fair One for whom I died?
Who will let My light come inside?
Who will share My Bread and My Wine?
Who will delight to forever be Mine?
A ragged sojourner, her hair soaked in dew
Her tear-streaked face aglow with the moon
Is led toward Me by the Holy Ghost
I need You! she cries. Please let me come close!
I wander in darkness, they’ve hidden the Light
They’ve shut me outside to die in the night
I’m blind but your beautiful Voice I can hear
Your Spirit of Love is drawing me near.
I've tried so hard to enter in
To the feasting which we hear from within
The home of the fairest girl in the land
But I and my outcast friends have been banned.
Time and again we've knocked at her door
But she has no time to waste on the poor
She laughs and she plays with her lover all day
By night she says to us: Go away!
How desolate, this lady bowed down with care
Her griefs are too burdensome for her to bear
I lift the Wayfarer's bag from her back
Her sack so empty is weighed down with lack!
She falls at My feet and says, Cover me
From the shame of an outcast please set me free
No trousseau I bring, only great needs
But my love I present as a wedding ring.
She says, I know I'm not the one You chose
But I see You’ve brought a bundle of clothes
Who are they for, those garments so white,
I wish I could wear them, though I have no right!
They're for My Beloved, I say with delight
That fairest of women to whom I give sight
I adorn her with heavenly jewels so bright
And shine upon her with grace and light.
I touch her eyes and now she can see
That the only Person Who matters is Me
I set her free from cruel memories
I bathe her in love so liberally.
She sees herself through My own eyes
That one whom all the proud Pharaohs despised
Her death has she exchanged for my Life
To become my lover, my spouse, my wife.
How glorious is the Sojourner now
Shining in white and adorned with a crown
On the wings of the wind wafts the glorious sound
Of sweet angel harps, hear their voices resound.
Let us depart, then, I say to her
Let us prepare a feast for the poor
No longer shall I knock at the door
Of one who forsook me to be a whore.
As I look into your loving eyes
I realize I’ve at last found My Bride
You've let Me inside, so now, let's arise
Let us now fly home to our Paradise.