an off-the-cuff thought inspired byBenny and Roxy:
for the Bride of Christ,
sullied and dashed upon the rocks,
lifted her countenance unto the steeple
but the Groom met her eyes
wiped the tears and with His own
washed her raiment to a glistening white
His own blood healed her wounds
His own pain brought her strength
“With my Life I thee wed,
my Bride to be, my Bride forever”.
All hail and power unto the Lamb
the One Who sits on the throne
the God and Father, the Groom forever.
The Bride of Christ is come
the Church has found its Home
She resides in the busom of her Groom
the Christ, the Lover forever more.
booyah,
:: efrain ;)
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