The vows are read out
One by one
We commit ourselves to our Saviour
And He commits to us
But we lose our way
Go down wrong paths
Break every single vow
Leaving wounds in His heart
We chase after love
Offered without commitment
But they choose to damage us
To treat us like equipment
But on our hand
We still have His token
After all this loss
It is the only thing not broken
We walk down the aisle
Of the empty church
Our body bruised
And our clothes burnt
No longer that beautiful bride
Who walked down on her wedding day
But still, He is there waiting
Encouraging us all the way
As we return
The cuts and bruises heal
Flowing threads repair
The tears, with gold, are sealed
He takes our hand
We renew our vows
The pain of separation
Strengthens our bond now
He takes the punishment
For all the wrongs we’ve done
All the debts we owe
He pays every single one
We commit ourselves to our Saviour
And He commits to us
The vows no longer said out of duty
This time, we say them out of love
Vows

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