BRIDE OF CHRIST
Behold the bride! for the rest of her days she will labour in the field, but she longs in her heart to be with her Beloved. Who is like unto my Beloved, she cries! For He is strongest in love and wiser than any. Oh, to be with my Beloved!
He stands in the heavens; a foot on each cloud. He rises with healing in His wings. They spread though the sky, and the stars go in and out of mine sight. Oh, to be with my Beloved!
With eyes of fire, He draws His sword, even to guide a soul. Fire for correction! and rain for growing! you can be sure that both edges are true: No, there is not any that compare to my Beloved!
A gentle breeze upon her soul, a whisper to her heart; She awakens as if she were asleep, to behold her dusty garment and the voice of her Beloved.
Awake! Awake! my darling! my bride! Shake the dust off of your garment! For the hour is near come to remember the vows of our youth. Fear not, for though the world be as a flood of deceit from the mouth of Satan to carry you away, to thine feet I will show the dry ground.
Fear not, for if the world were as a roaring fire to consume thee, I will rain the pure water upon thee, without wormwood. The fire shall not kindle upon thee.
For Thou shall not be put to shame. Come, my darling, my bride, let us confound the riders on horses! and together make the world to be jealous! For they shall know that I have loved thee!
Peace In Christ;
Michael Cook
IN THE SPIRIT OF CHRIST
A GATHERING OF CHRISTIANS
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