We all feel empty and need to fill the space.
In the starving void where nothing satisfies.
It’s the hollow in the center, the home of all desire
Desolate and broken, longing for consummation.
We need warmth. We need your fire.
Void inside broken by desire.
We need a spark to cause a flame,
A need for You to ease our pain.
So weak and desperate, we need You in our life.
You’ll be the Groom and we’ll be Your Bride.
And when You come to take us home,
We’ll sit at the right hand of Your throne.
Come and set this world on fire!
Burn it with Your blood-washed Bride.
No longer empty. You filled the space.
In the starving void and You satisfy.
You solidify the center. Fulfilled all desire.
Repaired what’s broken but still we long for consummation
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