Far above rubies
A priestly bride
The Queen in gold
Stands by His side
Bone of His bone
Flesh of His flesh
Clothed only in
His Righteousness
His cross she bears
Upon her breast
Her heart is His
To be possessed
Upon the earth
And through the years
Her journey long
And wrought with tears
She fully knows
To reach the throne
There is a path
That she must own
To be refined
To be made pure
He is the fire
She must endure
It is her joy
To be made one
And be conformed
Unto the Son
He bathes her in
Unfailing love
To Him her eyes
Are like the dove’s
She stands alone
Above the rest
Adorned in His
Resplendence
By His Spirit
And by His life
She’s now become
The blessed Lamb’s wife
– given by the Spirit to Donna Bennett