Though tired and scarred and weakened in heart, He took me asideHe set me apart.

Unclean to the worldYet, to Him, I was pure. And He showed me a love that would always endure. Though never a beauty (except in His eyes) I withheld the true me; I put on a disguise. Yet He unveiled the heart I so wanted to hide. He entered that heartand He looked deep inside. He then called me to Him, with the wave of His hand. To mold me and shape methe way God had planned. My tears He did dry with the hem of His robe. He tended my wounds and He lightened my load. No man of this world ever loved me that way. They're all gone from tomorrowthey left yesterday. Yet my Jesus, my one love remains by my side. For He is the bridegroom and I am his bride.