When storm clouds gather round you,
and seas of wrath press in,
I'll always walk beside you-
your lover and your kin.

Betrothed, my heart's intended,
the one I call my own,
a holy precious flower,
in hems of life you're sewn.

My Spirit dwells beneath you,
yet lives so deep within,
for never will I leave you-
my robe will cover sin.

I cannot be unfaithful,
nor can I change my mind,
no flesh can grasp, hold on to-
love's silken cords that bind.