Chosen...
called up out of the dust,
while I was still dead,
that I may know life,
abundant life,
and the Giver of it.

That I may spend every breath
praising the Creator who formed me,
who made me a masterpiece
when I was still broken.

And even though I was bare in shame,
exposed and naked,
you clothed me,
with robes of righteousness
and garments of salvation.
You called me Yours.

Adorned in Your LOVE,
I cannot escape it
for it is relentless,
and it reaches farther than my deepest transgression.
Nothing I do is adequate,
nothing I can give is fit for a King,
and yet, you extend Your love,
undeserved,
and pour it onto me.
You make me radiant and beautiful.

You have plucked me out of death,
bore the cross
and scorned the wrath of what separated us.
You redeemed me
to place a crown of jewels on my head
where you wore thorns.

Your passion is unparalleled,
you are jealous for me,
with a jealousy that is unyielding as the grave.
I love you,
and I will proclaim my vow of love to you forever,
my Love, my Savior, my King.

I will become one with you,
journey into the places you have prepared for me,
rest in the goodness you lavish,
and yearn to learn you more.
I will dive into Your depths and be satisfied,
and yet never even penetrate the vastness of Your mystery.

I am a Bride,
made beautiful by the Love in the eyes of my Lover.
Washed clean and pure in the blood flowing out of His nail scarred hands,
and the side where He was pierced.
And I will walk that aisle,
His love song singing over me,
proclaiming His delight in me,
the song of the chosen and redeemed,
the loved and unclean,
made new.