The bride
By thespin
Years of toil. Tears of the soil. Peace of the dove. Years of unquestioning love. Never masking. Always asking. The bride of Christ. Old and worn. The years are spent. Never to repent. Never to relent. The past is gone. The future is today. She is here to stay. The bride of Christ. Love is there. For all to share. By teaching. By word of mouth. A story. To magnify His glory. The bride of Christ. Everything she gives. For the spirit of Him lives. It takes life in us all. No matter how big or small. It blooms and flowers. And over us all towers. The bride of Christ. She inparts her glow. For all to know. Others have come and gone. But for the bride of Christ. Her husband lives on and on. The bride of Christ.I wrote this for a dear num I once knew. Any comments are welcome. Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 07:49 AM PST 0 • 13
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