ONE VINE In the garden two hearts walked free until the fruit was taken A curse fell soft upon the ground, yet a Seed was spoken then Through dust and thorns the promise lived, though exile claimed the day And the heart that once knew perfect light began to look away Moses climbed the mountain high and brought the law in fire Yet even there the people turned to golden things and lesser desire They built their calf beneath the cloud and danced while thunder rolled Forgetting Him who split the sea and wrote their names in stone Job sat in ashes asking why the righteous still must bleed He tore his robe and scraped his skin and pleaded with the sky While heaven kept a greater plan the suffering could not see A coming One who would not curse, though crushed beneath the tree Oh unfaithful bride, you wandered far from home You kissed the wind and called it love, and left the throne alone But every scar the future held was written long before The Groom still walked the ancient road to find you at the door A child would rise from David’s line, a root from Jesse’s tree A servant who would bear the weight no other soul could free They raised Him on a lonely hill where darkness claimed the sky The nails, the thirst, the final cry — the Seed had come to die From Eden’s gate to Calvary the shadow stretched ahead Through Moses’ staff and Job’s long night the path of blood was led You sold your vows for quieter gods and softer, cheaper light Yet still He kept the ancient word and finished it that night Oh unfaithful bride, you wandered far from home You kissed the wind and called it love, and left the throne alone But every scar the future held was written long before The Groom still walked the ancient road to find you at the door The grave could not contain the Seed the prophets had foretold He rose beneath the morning light and rolled the stone away The bride who ran through every age still hears Him call her name And every wound He carried once still speaks of endless grace Oh unfaithful bride, you wandered far from home You kissed the wind and called it love, and left the throne alone But every scar the future held was written long before The Groom still walked the ancient road to find you at the door So rest, you restless heart of old — the wedding lamps are lit The hands that held the promise still remember every bit So rest, you restless heart of old — the wedding lamps are lit The hands that held the promise still remember every bit.
