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Rev.19:7 "Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready".


How He did woo me,
Did pursue me;
Purposed in His heart,
Did choose me.

Run as I may,
Still… pursue me;
Lavished me with gifts,
Filled my heart with glee.

Handsome though He was,
Still…my will did win;
Came the day, I could run no more,
Time to re-examine.

Here I was, at my best,
Still…I wanted more;
In myself there was a need,
This, I could not ignore.

So, I let Him woo me,
And, let Him pursue me;
Gifts He lavished on me,
What to do…what to do?

He had won my heart,
Asked me…"Be My bride?"
What to do…what to do,
What should I decide?

Thought my life was very full,
Needed none but I;
Still…I came to see the lack,
And, all He would supply.

I have fallen for Him,
For this gentle Lover;
He spoke words of never-dying love,
Love that was… forever.

Just as Isaac searched for Rebekah,
My heavenly Bridegroom searched for me;
I, not a thing of beauty,
Still…some cleaning-up there must be.

So, He sent the Holy Spirit,
Gave to Him the task;
Showed me things I didn't want to see,
Deep down things…beneath the 'mask'.

But, clean me up, He did,
Because I was willing;
A pure…a spotless Bride,
I chose to be.

Now, come into the wedding,
The Bride (the Church) and the I AM;
"For His Bride has made herself ready",
Ready for the wedding of the Lamb.


Aug. 20, 2000

Aimee Love

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