But somewhere along the way
She decided to play the whore
In the mud once more
Forgotten what He shed His blood for
For her
She was burnin' with a passion fire
That soon became a mire of sin
That locked her in
Inside her self
"Thou art become (O worst imprisonment!)
The Dungeon of Thyslef."
The chains chaffed
She bled until she said
Oh God, what have I become?
"Myself my sepulchre. A moving grave."
I am a slave once more
A whore cryin' at your feet
So incomplete...
Baby unvamp is making a comeback
She's starting to run back
To the Father and the Son
The only One who loves her unconditionally
With Grace and Mercy
She clings to the Cross of Death
The Cross of Life
Her only hope
The Cross of Christ
She remembers when she first met Him
She was kickin' in a pool of her own blood
Coughin' it up
When He picked her up
She gave self up
And He raised her up
Presented her to the Father without blame
Made her His bride
Gave her His name
Erased the shame
She's not the same!
All we little unvamps
Once were sluts, were whores, were tramps
But now we are the Bride
Of Jesus Christ
She's growing
She's teething
And one day she'll bite you till you're dead!
Dead!
Dead!
Alive!
In Christ!
Forgiven
