The Love Story
Love story after love story
Everywhere I go
Will they have a happy ending?
Does he really love her so?
She's locked up in a tower
Oh, however will she live?
Her “mother” doesn't love her
A lonely, little captive.
He's the perfect candidate
Her own personal prince charming
And who cares about his background
Or his attitude, alarming?
She's a picture of true beauty
As she lays upon the ground
But the life that once was hers
Is nowhere to be found.
He's running to her side
And a cry escapes his lips
Perhaps a loving kiss
Would undo this dreadful trick.
She's a peasant in a ball gown
Not your ordinary maid
Princess for an evening?
Who could not resist that trade?
The moment that he saw her
His heart began to pound
Enraptured by her smile
And her shoe left on the ground.
The stories go for miles
It's an ordinary plot
The damsel's in distress
And prince charming saves the lot.
And how do they all start?
What do they always say?
Once upon a time,
In a land far away?
Part 2 -
Well, once upon a time,
In a land far away
A Man was on a cross
for my debt, to pay.
This one's not a story
It's as true as it can be
That Man was on the cross
Condemned unfairly.
For every wrong that I have done
He cried upon that tree
And through His dreadful grief
I was pardoned; set free.
In His perfectness
He died like that for me
When all that I possessed
Was dirty enmity.
And while it was the only way
For life in spite of sin
How could my life have mattered
To a mighty King like Him?
When all that I had ever done
Was nothing but untrue
In His perfect love
He took all that was due.
And in the very light of this
Those stories fade away
Is there love that can compare
to that shown on this day?
It's wholly an example
The love of the Lamb
The love of my God
As His Son became man.
So, tell me now
What would you say
If we modeled our love
In this very same way?
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