The Wedding

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Father-of-the-bride escort

Grace-gowned child of God

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Time is Dressed in Bridal White

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Time is dressed in bridal white,

ticking items off her list –

righteousness in sparkling light

with holy raiment wholly kissed.

Not yet grasping married state,

waiting for the Bridal Hall;

ever-changing while she waits

as glories stream to Royal Ball.

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The Bride waits, changing from glory to glory, for the day of her final blessing…

Blushing Bride

Blushing bride, delicate rose,

Layers of mystery striking a pose;

Your glory lies in mantle of skin,

In triplicate infinite strata within.

Blushing bride, exquisite bloom,

Opening self when Love gives you room;

Trusting that yours is a valued award,

Giving completely what groom can’t afford.

The Bride

Powerfully surrendered,

The Plain becomes the Chosen Bride.

She dreams of warmth and hearth and home and children.

She blooms under Groom’s watchful expectancy;

His love and choosing make her alive and whole.

His gaze infuses hers with dignity and strength,

And her diet becomes his words.

And as Groom speaks Life into her soul,

Her beauty becomes the fruit

That will feed the the sons and daughters of earth…

The power of being chosen by God to fulfill a uniquely crafted purpose gives a woman true inner beauty – one that will not spoil or fade with time.  Her source of power is in the assurance that she can do all things through Him who gives her strength.  What she can bring to the world healed and whole, is unstoppable – a rich harvest with which to nourish a starving world…