The invitation

There’s a calling out.
There’s a calling out.
Come up here, come up here.
My beloved, my bride
I see the light coming from the throne
Breaking through the night as you call.
I feel the trembling, the trembling of the dark
At each mention of your name
Jesus, Jesus.

Come up here, come up here.
My beloved, my bride
I hear the cries, the cries of a broken bride
And I long to hold you in my arms as we dance

I’ve taken away the stained and filthy
Rags that you once called identity
And I have laid out garments of white
Sewn with grace and washed in blood
Come up here, come up here
My beloved, my bride