Beautiful, innocent, incredible in Love.
Your beauty, your innocence became corrupt.
Filled with my darkened heart.
No longer innocent you took on my self-serving evil nature.
You gave up your light.
My black heart you took.
You stood once in eternal Glory and majesty.
All things were made good by you.
I spoiled it, not you my King.
You received all that I did in selfish desire.
Owning my sin, my pain and sorrow.
It was me and not you that fell. I was rightly condemned.
You were willing to be wrongly accused for me.
There was not a drop of my iniquities left in the cup.
You drank all my corruption.
Giving up your own crown for a band of dead thorns.
In Your heart was me.
Broken and overwhelmed, degraded and spat upon.
You did not run, it should have been my penalty.
When all was done and your Glory restored.
You come again saying.
Will you dance with Me.