September 29, 2009
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Capture me. Consume me. Run thorough my body. Invade my spirit. My flesh is weak, but my mind sharp. Dressed in white, I come to the edge of this mountain. With hands spread, nothing to give, but a life! I worship you for you alone are unfailing. You, my Prince, are faithful. You, my King, are strong. Nothing can separate me from your love. I see waters before me. I see mountains hovering in deepening desperation. Birds fly overhead and whistle out your praises. I am surrounded by grace. My heart is made of faith. Complete. I feel complete. Mesmerized by your features, I give myself to you. Your light invades my soul. My heart beats in anticipating surrender. Remove this veil, sweet bridegroom. I long to rest in your arms. I’ve given myself to the Warrior King. In him my being: mind, spirit, and soul reside.
John 3: 28-30
The bride belongs to the bridegroom. The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom's voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete. He must become greater; I must become less.
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