The Bride
by
Daniel Weldegebriel
If I told you she was a whore would you still want her
If I told you she was an escort would you still love her
What if I told you she had a proclivity to pursue promiscuity
For the purpose of adultery at the expense of her purity?
Let me tell you her story
She woke up that morning and sold herself into prostitution
Nothing new to her just another day to pursue her addiction
Daddy wasn’t around so all she wants is someone’s attention
Wishing, seeking, hoping that she’ll capture a man’s affection
So he pulled over the car and rolled down the window
He told her to get in…he’d find a place for them to go
Her body said yes but her heart screamed NO
She silenced that voice she just wanted that dough
She never felt so alone and felt as cold as the snow
How could she do anything else it’s all that she would know
Never thought she’d stoop so low she felt stuck like a stone
Underneath the ground like a pile of dead and rotting bones
If I told you she was a whore would you still want her
If I told you she was an escort would you still love her
He woke up that morning and realized she wasn’t in bed
How could she be missing? Was she kidnapped or is she dead?
He put his clothes on and started driving around town
Checking every neighborhood searching like frantic bloodhound
He didn’t bother calling the cops because he had a sinking suspicion
That his wife had gone back to giving her body up for sexual exploitation
Among men who would use their money to abuse her again
Nothing’s changed since he first met her she’s the same now as she was then
There she was again where he found her when this all began
same spot same time another day another dollar for her
As she worshiped at the altar of pleasure with other adulterers
And to his horror he saw the man approach her like a predator & stalker ready to use that dollar to make his offer for her dishonor and do what was improper like a lamb led to slaughter
He had a moment to think about what he would do next
He could divorce her and leave her and she would be his ex
This was all her doing so he wouldn’t have to pay alimony checks
No-fault-divorce she exchanged monogamy for sex, adultery the cause divorce could be the effect
But
This husband being rich in mercy decided He would redeem his broken wife
He had made his decision and didn’t care if it cost him his whole life
He would pursue this woman until the end regardless of all the strife he would have to endure to see his wife made pure
He would pull her out of manure he would fight to see her mature
Into the beautiful classy woman made whole and perfectly secure
In her identity as a wife who’s had the filth of her adultery
washed away by the grace of her husband who loved her perfectly until the end
And so He got out of the car and stepped toward the street corner
He approached his wife’s pimp it was hell this was torture
The pimp demanded a price to be paid to have his wife back
His wife would cost him everything the choice was black and white, white and black
He sold all that he had, emptied the bank accounts, & cashed in the 401K
It was financial suicide, and his wallet screamed mayday
But there was simply no price this husband wasn’t willing to pay
He handed the man what was owed and bought her back that same day
She couldn’t look him in the eye but He grabbed her hand and they walked away
Her heart hammered and she was scared that he would never forgive her
They walked through the door and she couldn’t hold it back any more
And the tears began to pour, she fell to the floor and the wailing became desperate roars
Of a woman broken and torn beaten and worn looking to be restored
By the man who swore that he would move forward for richer or for poorer
Despite the fact that she was indeed a whore
She expected his anger she expected his hate
How could He love her in this desperate state?
He picked her face up from the puddle of snot and tears
He looked her in the eye and saw her internal fears
He could smell men’s cologne, sweat, and last nights beers
And he said one sentence that made everything clear
It is finished.
He saw her as spotless and unblemished
She was His forever she would never be punished
All pain All sorrow was completely extinguished
Beneath the gaze of her Husband whose love was relentless
And If I told you she was a whore would you still want her
And If I told you she was an escort would you still love her
If I told Him she was a whore He would still want her
If I told Him she was an escort He would still love her
You see this story is true because it’s about me and you
Let me tell you the Good News about Christ and His Boo
His Boo is the church and she’s not perfect she’s unfaithful
Though He paid the price for her sin she’s faithfully ungrateful
Known for leaving Christ and walking in betrayal
Satisfied with lesser pleasures at the expense of the True Treasure
That Treasure being Christ and His presence in her life
Always looking for a happiness that could only be found in her maker
Ever wonder why you have that constant aching and longing?
I’m sure you’re familiar with the feeling, it’s that part of you thats dying and decaying
As you pursue everything but the King and as you do you find yourself bleeding and hemorrhaging internally, wishing and seeking,hoping and craving for the one thing that will satisfy your aching
Shhhhh… Come all who are weary and heavy laden
No need to go alone carrying that heavy burden
That One Thing You need is Jesus The King
Come Home
He’s been Waiting
No need to Hide
You’re His Bride