My bride. Song of Songs:4:9
I am His bride
I am the most beautiful
At the moment I become His
I am waiting eagerly
To be in His bosom
I am made perfect in Him
My life's purpose is for this
To be His alone
To be in His bosom always
I am His very own.
For Him and Him alone
Is my heart beating
My life's aspiration and
It's culmination comes to this
That I am His asset.
To be identified by His name
To be called His very own
As eagerly as she waits for the groom
So I wait for Him to take me home
To dwell with Him for eternity.
But what have I done, to gain such love?
Why has He fallen in love?
With me the wretched
Fallen toll the death on the cross
The last drop of blood, to gain me.
Can't fathom the depth of this love
Each time a different facet
Yet in itself complete
Overflowing always, oozing with the blood
He shed on the cross.
I long to be with Him always.
In His presence I long to dwell
His satisfied smile cherishing my being
In His arms I will always rest.
For that's where I'm destined to be.
Love#7
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