The Battered Bride

A call to prayer for the Church

  • Written: Easter 2010
    Lyrics:

    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”