will I see you with my hair down?
will I be hiding when you come for me?
will you know to find me on the streets where I am?
I know you hate the way they look at me
and will you come like a syringe and relieve me
I don’t know
I have this feeling that when you find me and see me
you’ll turn and go
they have poured into my weaknesses
I lay flooded like a valley
I see you standing in the doorway
and you say “Beloved, I have come for thee”
and when you come with your arms and lift me
I am lost
not the lost I used to feel, there’s no grieving
rivers to cross
just like a canopy I rest inside
next to my lover, clothed in white
you’re beautiful tonight
and heaven opens up
and Lord you come
and I am your wife
when I see you with my hair down
you will remind me of my childhood days
when you were walking through the wilderness
when you were only looking for my face