I wait for my bridegroom
who has paid my price,
with His precious blood on the cross
On the great clouds of heaven, He rides
What a majesty! who thunders like Him?
Who humbles Himself to behold
all that His own hands have made
He’s coming, I am waiting, patiently seeking
beyond earthly beauty, above all that our
eyes have seen or heard
Awaits the hope of our glory,
our marriage in heaven
when He that is faithful and true shall come again for us
like a lord over His own house, like a shepherd over His flock
He shall come with His saints,
all eyes shall see
we shall join the hosts
we shall be like Him for in the cross is our boast.
What a joy for all saints
uniting in glory with Christ
putting on immortality and purged from vanity
for our true enduring riches and crowns
With heavenly mansions and a new earth
prepared for them that love God and obey Christ
To whom are sealed by His spirit
called and sanctified from the foundation of the world
will be our lot, glory our comfort
sitting, resting in the bosom of Abraham
having a new name
As he hath promised, we shall all be satisfied.
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So, our cries are to the ignorant
unaware of the glory ahead
walking after the course of the dead
perverting faith for bread
forgetting the day of dread
They will face the wrath and judgment seat of Christ
Alongside death and hell,
will be thrown into the lake burning with brimstone and fire
forever in damnation, no hope of retire
knowing these, we strive, saying woe
unto us if we don’t preach the gospel
repent and come, for the choice is yours.
So great an end, the day we shall all ascend
It’s a new beginning, having no end
what hope we have
with Christ, all our lives we shall spend
no darkly gloss nor veil between our eyes
no distance between us and the Lord
because of His love
the most steadfast love for us
the father gave the son,
the son gave His own life
and the Holy Spirit was sent to bear witness in our hearts as sons of God
for this reason we have hope
that as Christ resurrected from the dead to sit on His throne
so we shall also live forever above.
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Brilliant piece of poetry. Well done Grace.
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