Noiva

Sitting on the throne, surrounded by glory
The bride awaits the Groom now
Your name is Holy, Your hair is white
Your eyes are fire, reflecting Your people

In the clouds tearing through the sky
Take me to You
Take me to You
Yeshua tearing through the veil
That separated me from You
That separated me from You

I am Your passionate bride
I am Yours
I am Yours
I am Your passionate bride
I am Yours
You are my Beloved

In the clouds tearing through the sky
Take me to You
Take me to You
Yeshua tearing through the veil
That separated me from You
That separated me from You

I am Your passionate bride
I am Yours
I am Yours
I am Your passionate bride
I am Yours
And You are my Beloved
My Beloved

We say: Come
We say: Come
We say: Come
Show Your glory and come

We say: Come
We say: Come
We say: Come
Show Your glory and come

We say: Come
We say: Come
We say: Come
Show Your glory and come

We say: Come
We say: Come
We say: Come
Show Your glory and come

I am Your passionate bride
I am Yours
I am Yours

We say: Come
We say: Come
We say: Come
Show Your glory and come

We say: Come
We say: Come
We say: Come
Show Your glory and come