His Bride has been war battered
His Bride longs for His presence
And upon the day of the wedding feast
His Bride garbed in white will be robed in
Royal violet; and His embrace
For from darkness she was freed
She lifts her voice in song for the King
A song that angels cannot sing
That she was redeemed by His blood
A heart that cannot help but praise
The Lord's return for her soul
He carried her away as a thief in the night
And now she garbed His light
And the royal violet of His grace and freedom
A day I watch for with all my heart
The day the of Lord's second coming
The day His children will be caught up
And fly into His Heavenly arms
The day I'll stand and hear Him say
"Welcome Child to your Home"
And I'll be there with His and His Saints
From that moment on to forevermore
