The Battered Bride
A call to prayer for the Church
- Written: Easter 2010
TW: DA/DV
The battered bride-to-be is longing
For her true lover to return
A tug of war reduced her gown to heaps of shreds
Revealing bruises, broken bones and wounds that burn
Widows and orphans walk on hungry
To spare the burden of their pleas
Her hands are tied by quarrels raging deep within
That drive her aching conscience to her to her bleeding knees
And she cries “Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Come, Holy Spirit come”
She cries “Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Come, Holy Spirit, come”
Can she fulfil the great commission
With shattered bones in both her feet?
Yet her desire to share the lover of her soul
Is burning stronger in her heart with every beat
And she cries “Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Come, Holy Spirit come”
Yes she cries “Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Come, Holy Spirit, come”
Will we, the members of her body,
Pound on that heart till it grows numb
Or put to death our petty madness in one voice
As we cry out “How long O Lord? O Spirit, come”?
May we cry “Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Come, Holy Spirit come”
We cry “Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Come, Holy Spirit, come”
Yes we cry “Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Come, Holy Spirit come”
We cry “Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Come, Holy Spirit, come”