The Princess Bride I am a princess of the most-high King Though you might not see my crown And my dress may seem a plain ole thing though in His eyes it's a royal gown I belong to the Kingdom of Righteousness A daughter through the blood of the Lamb My bridegroom is the fairest in all the earth He is the son of the Great I Am He's enthralled with my beauty Though it's hard for me to see That the creator of the universe Could be in love with me! Sometimes I forget I'm His royal heir I feel unworthy to be His bride But he whispers of the tiara in my hair His voice filled with love and pride Then I glance once again at my image But it's His beauty alone I see The girl in the mirror becomes a princess The princess just happens to be me So I dance in my gown of forgiveness It's pure and lovely and white I bow to my King and my Master as He says, "What a heavenly sight!"