I began in a garden
Where time, life, humanity started
Unformed dust
Flirted with pure waters
Muddy lifeless clay
With sticks and ribs
God molded His kids
Beloved, in Eden
You shall thrive and stay

When I was older
All the kids say
Sticks and stones will break my bones
But words will never hurt me
1 2 3 beware of their tricks
H-E-Double hockey sticks
Little do they know
When wide-eyed Eve heard the tone
Of the wicked seductive note
No stick or stone broke her bones
But words caused the death of humanity

God called for eviction
Sent an angel and flame
To block the entrance

Wandering through the heat and rain
Humanity lost their way
Only one path remains
To unshackle sin’s chains

I walk the narrow path
Followed His word
Fought spiritual attacks
But my Creator I did betray
Hilly, rugged terrain
Twisting my ankles
Scraping my feet
Left me tired and ******
Foraging among the beats

I stare off the trail
Enamored by the tales
Foretold by the snakehead
By a fallen angel I am misled
Bloodstains mark my tread
Metallic crimson red

Though my blood may drip
The promises of God do not chip
Jesus’ body does not slip
Into chaotic waters
And abandon His warships
Insane it is to think I could ever be the same
Once I let the bloodstain of Christ
Give hope to my pain  

The blood of the lamb
Who washes my feet
Rinses my flesh clean

Judgement day will come
Like a thief in the night
But Saints don't have fear
The Wicked alone cower and sneer
When the holiness of the lamb is near

Time will run its course
Marriage of God with the Righteous
Purity and Body will have *******
The Wicked alone God will divorce

Made one with Christ
He clothes me in white
He hands me a cup
And teary eyed cries,
“Beloved daughter
Drink from the fountain of life”

The clear blue water
Refreshing on my lips
Baptism penetrating my body
Resurrected, purified, holy
Angels sing in worship a refrain
“All glory to God
Father, Savior, Creator, Redeemer
We worship you
Glorify you
How you bless all your creatures”

Michael the Archangel
Stands as best man
Champagne glass in hand
“A toast to the bride
Beloved since the dawn of time.
Faithfulness was steadfast
Even though shaky at times.
She doubted, she wrested
She yelled, she cried
Yet humbled her pride.
Prayed the groom would mend
Her heart and her mind.
A toast to the groom
Who faithfully provides
A path in the wilderness
A lamp in the night.
Like fairytales and chick flicks
It was love at first sight
The groom pursued His bride
With all His grace and all His might.
Now they stand before us
In front of all the angels and Saints
To uphold the covenant
May we forever glorify His name.
Here we stand
Judgement day
The groom’s justice triumphs today.
May the bride and groom
Honeymoon forever
In this eternal city”.

Restored Jerusalem
Blushes with glory.
This is the last bride’s story.