He loved and treated his bride with devotion,
It was she he chose to adore.
He gave her many precious gifts;
How could she want for more?
He served her bread and wine;
She took them without a thought.
He paid the greatest price for them;
It was for her they were bought.
But she was wooed by others;
To their charms she was often seduced.
Her groom chose to forgive her;
Though to shame he was reduced.
He knew that his bride was unfaithful,
Yet, for her he was crucified.
No greater love has any man;
For his bride, the church, Christ died.
Becky Wall
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