The Lord will claim his bride some day
All radiant, dressed in white
He'll take her with him, far away
To where all's pure and bright
They'll look with joy, locked eye-to-eye
Amazed at grace, not chance
And they will praise their God on high
As they begin to dance
"...Let us rejoice and exult and give him the glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his Bride has made herself ready; it was granted her to clothe herself with fine linen, bright and pure"-- for the fine linen is the righteous deeds of the saints.
And the angel said to me, "Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb."
--Revelation 19:7-9a, ESV
Poem and photo ©2009 James L. Swindle. You may print up to 100 copies, so long as you don't change the text, you include the copyright notice, and you don't sell them.