While cleaning late last night and attempting to weed out some of the junk that I don't need to take back to school with me in a couple weeks, I FINALLY found a poem I wrote earlier this year that I have been wishing to find for months. I was thrilled. I think it so clearly talks about what I wrote about a number of weeks ago pertaining to the fairy-tale perfect love of Christ.

Fairy Tale

In every great fairy tale
In all the stories spun
Each hero we might look to hail
As a picture of Christ, God's son.

And if it's so, this claim of mine
Each princess we do see
Is looking toward her prince, she pines
For him to set her free.

And in this pow'rful story
Our princess "Church" is named
Her Prince gets all the glory
For his Beloved, a shrew, he tamed.

He took this creature from ashes and dust
And found His greatest pleasure
In teaching her in whom to trust
And where to store her treasure.

Does she deserve this love divine?
Some try to say she does.
But those who long for Truth will find
And see just what she was.

What she was before His grace
Was dirty, foul, and lame
A pitiful cripple with a wrinkled face
Lined from years of shame.

But riding through the storm, He came
He stepped down from His steed,
He gently smiled and said her name
And "I'm all you'll ever need.

In me your joy will overflow
I'll carry all your heavy load
And when night comes you'll always know
I'm carrying you o'er the dusky road.

She ran to meet His warm embrace
For how could she resist
The promise of her past erased
And new life she'd somehow missed?

Off into the brilliant sunset
The holy couple ride.

But we haven't seen the end just yet
Of Christ and Church, His Bride.