Verse: It still gets to me of how amazing and irregular, astonishing of how a perfect Holy being’ll leave Himself, polished in His virtuosity, revered and sanctity, within the bosom father was he held, I barely see the beauty of His theory, I’m so buried in His purity, I’m floored when all I think about is why, knowing I wasn’t nearly any worthy of His goodness and his glory, yet He said He’d wipe the tears from my eyes/ As I’m walking down the aisle, I reflect on all the sinning I was living in the bitterness, resentfulness, and villainy, I couldn’t even love Him, or decide to even want Him, any effort to get with Him only widened our proximity/ Yeah, I get rivet over thinking how I broken every edict, and decree, I never followed any fully, on top of that I’m guilty and I see it by the stains upon my fingers, in addition I’m a object’s of the Father’s fury/ I know it sounds condemning, but let me start from the beginning, watch the Trinity at work before the earthly, so now it’s no longer man that wills, or man that runs, but God who is infinite in mercy, Hamashia appeasing what He Himself already knew we couldn’t, it’s astonishing to know how much He’s worth, the very idea of Him clothing me in white, and uniting me with Christ, though I sinned he Loved me first/ I take a good look at the one who made the law, only to come and save us from the law and the consequence, A King who fully rejected all splendor, and surrendered to the point of death, the paid ransom in God’s providence, prearranged it rearranged me, predestined and He saved me, or should I say the we, all of which are called dead to the body cuz of sin, yet the spirit is alive, sanctified to be glorified I’m the bride in the end//