Bridegroom

I know not what I found
In these idol wounds
Nor in this thorny crown
Upon my whitewashed tomb
I've bowed to Asherim
I've played the elder son
I still got no reprieve
For all the deeds I've done

The Sower's ancient verse
Awaits my wretched soil
Can it break the curse?
Am I worth the toil?
I gather rotten fruit
From my filthy mouth
I tried to cut the roots
But still have seeds of doubt

Paupers pine and pace
They dream of kingdom feasts
But still can't shake the taste
Of bitterness and grief
I hold more daily bread
Than faith would ever grant
And hide all my regrets
For leaving Egypt's land

Hear the feeble prayers
In these lion's dens
Join the wheat and tares
Singing hospital hymns
See the bridal gown
On the prostitute
The Bridegroom enters now
With His bloodstained suit

With His bloodstained suit



Credits
Writer(s): Brogan Gaskill
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