Love Comes Dressed for His Bride

In a fancy car, the groom will arrive
Love comes dressed for his bride

The finest coat, for his back
Smooth oil, for his head
A ring, on his hands

A razor, through his beard
Fine scents, on his face
A vest, on his side.

In a humble manger, One greater arrived
Love came dressed for His bride

His back draped, with stripes
His head crowned, with thorns
His hands adorned, with nails

His beard trimmed, by plucking
His face washed, by fists
His side marked, by the spear.

My Love wraps me as a garment
Polluted though I was
Now like snow on his hips

Love has no one than this
To trade for another’s bliss.