Will You Marry Me

A young Man left His homeland on a search so grand and far, a mission of compassion, a journey of the heart. Looking for the treasure that would make His love complete. Then, at last, He found her down a dark deserted street. Her eyes were sad and empty, her face had lost its glow. Her spirit, tired and needy, for sin was all she'd known. Lying in the gutter, she could not understand, why He was kneeling down beside her, holding out a nail-scarred hand. And He said, "Will you marry Me? Will you be My bride? Will you marry Me? I can change your life. I have looked beyond your failures, and I see you washed as white as white can be. So I ask, will you marry Me?"
We were the woman, lying in the street
a prisoner of the gutter
With no chance to never leave
But now we are the bride of Christ
The redeemed from the fall
Not because we've earned the right
but we've answered the call
The call
When He says,
"Will you marry Me? Will you be My bride?
Will you marry Me? Let me change your life.
I have looked beyond your failures
and I see you washed as white as white can be
So I ask
Will you marry Me?"
I have looked beyond your failures
And I see washed as white as white can be.
So I ask,
Will you marry Me?"