November 28, 2009

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    Bride of my Bosom

    Dear Bride of my Bosom, Look to my grace.

    Hold your head high and stare in my face.

    I cry for you, daughter; but, my love outweighs

    The lies and false hopes that have blown away.

    My heart, it beats. I’m an ocean of forgiveness.

    Fall into my waters. Lap up validity in excess.

    Dance with me sweetheart, in a waltz of enthrallment.

    Weep tears on my shoulder. Sing to me your lament. 

    I want to replace the song inside you with a symphony of trust.

    I desire to run away with you. To show you heaven’s dust.

    Angel, you are beautiful. Princess, you are mine.

    Don’t you see Sweet Gem, I’m the living vine.

    Mercy runs through me. Love seeps through my core.

    I’m an eagle Dear Heart. Jump on my wings and soar.

    Promise. I’ve promised you a life of joy and fulfillment.

    I have always been true to my word. I’ve never been absent.

    Attentive at your side, I’ve held your hand Valued One.

    Breathed myself in your fibers, on you I’ve cast the Sun.

    Trust me. Your heart is my priority. It’s a costly stone.

    Like a jewel on my crown, I call you my own.

    So, I will waltz with you daughter to take away pain.

    I will spend time speaking truth in the blood of my name.

    You’re broken, Sweet Bride; but, destroyed you are not.

    In my net of extensive compassion, you’ve been caught.

    Put that dress of lace on. Inhale life and run.

    The floods of my blessings everlasting have only just begun.  

    Kimberly Willingham

     

    Revelation 22:17 

    "Come!" say the Spirit and the Bride.
       Whoever hears, echo, "Come!"
       Is anyone thirsty? Come!
       All who will, come and drink,
       Drink freely of the Water of Life!