Naught of my husband's love for me you've heard,
He looks for ways to show me ever new.
We're both washed in the water of the Word,
And made presentable as Christ's Bride true.
Christ for a sinning Lamb who's lost will search,
Proud of His find although she's strayed a while.
In giving, Jesus showed He loves His church
Despite the mockery and unfair trials,
His body whipped a ribbon, crowned by thorns,
Nailed to a cross then jolted into place.
For this inside a stall was Jesus born,
For us His blood flowed, trickling down His face.
In me, my husband doesn't see a spot,
In radiance I praise God for my lot.