Dance Into the Dawn

So wounded is His Church that He, I Am,
Is only Bridegroom who can sanctify,
For healing She seeks comes from Bethlehem,
And with Him in His grave She seeks to lie
To rise again a pure and spotless Bride
Who will forever with her Husband live
As she in wounded side of Him abides,
And He to her His endless life will give
That two together will forever be
As She with Him gives birth to many sons
And daughters who are all allowed to see
And taste the glory His wounds for us won.
While frolicking, we dance into the dawn
And say goodbye to death–forever gone.