Spirit and the Bride

Receive this invitation of reconciliation,

The father’s reaching out to us.

Rebellious generation, He hears our desperation.

He’s calling out the wayward ones.

He says, "Come."

A love for His creation without an expiration

No matter just how far we’ve run.

His heart is kind and gracious, with unrelenting patience

He’s waiting there with open arms.

He says, "Come"

To every daughter every son,

To every prodigal who’s run,

To all the tired and weary ones.

"Come, come."

Receive your resurrection, a holy intersection,

A table He’s prepared for us.

A feast of liberation, join in the celebration!

The time of jubilee’s begun!

He says, "Come"

To every daughter every son,

To every prodigal who’s run,

To all the tired and weary ones.

"Come, come."

He’s bigger than the worst you’ve done.

He drowned your past with His own blood.

Oh, come receive the Father’s love,

"Come, come."

Oh, Oh, Oh. Oh, Oh, Oh.

Oh, the Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."

The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."

Oh, the Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."

The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come, come."

To every daughter every son,

To every prodigal who’s run,

To all the tired and weary ones.

"Come, come."

He’s bigger than the worst you’ve done.

He drowned your past with His own blood.

Oh, come receive the Father’s love,

"Come, come."

Oh, the Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."

The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."

Oh, the Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."

The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."

Oh, the Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."

The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."

Oh, the Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."

The Spirit and the Bride say, "Come."