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The scars on His back,

Were deep and revealing,

The scourging was thirty-nine,

The mocking was cold.

 

They cast lots for threads,

Of the worthy Rejected,

And we spat in His face,

With our sin spattered frowns.

 

He, on the wood,

Fought through their freedom,

And through His true piercing,

Though they were so spotted,

He made true their mercy,

In the place where Love bled.

 

Therefore His Father,

When seeing Him slighted,

Was pleased that He suffered,

And was assigned with the dead,

Then called Him to glory,

Gave a gold sceptre,

Said, “Come here be seated.

Pure blood has been shed.”

Holiness satisfied with love-induced payment,

Then gave Him a Name,

At which all fallen dread!

(I am amazed when I think of the love that Jesus displayed for us through His death on the cross.)

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Shining and radiant,

Dazzling in beauty,

Love robed in victory,

Joyful in glory.

He was betrothed to a blood covered Bride,

He sits on His throne ’till she comes through the gate.

 

One day she made an amazing discovery,

The One she had shunned,

Was her true escape.

She looked at her feet and found they were shackled,

She looked at her hands and saw they were bound.

She looked at her robes and found they were darkness,

And all of her riches were muddied and weak.

Her enemy awaited , in a pretense of fairness,

He bribed her with honey, bitter to taste.

Wooing her sweetly towards the wrong gate.

 

She happened upon a clear pool of water,

And saw her appearance, realised her mistake,

She called on Love’s Passion,

He came to her rescue,

She was embarrassed by her crimson state.

He climbed down from brilliance,

And set free her future,

And though it was painful,

The blood of His mercy,

Made sins dark crimson,

As righteous as snow.

 

Now she stands covered in Loves’ tender mercies,

Trinkets and tokens,

Held in open hands.

She stands on the earth ground,

Offering the incense,

Pouring the oil and the perfume around.

People around her don’t see her for darkness,

But blind eyes are opened when good news is found.

Invites are made to the upcoming wedding,

True Love returns during signs of the times.

Heralds attendant as destiny opens,

Inheritance given, Gods’ kingdom reigns!

 

 

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Adore, adore,

Behold the Groom,

Gaze on His beauty,

His treasures made yours.

No earned possession,

Heaven’s bestowal,

Endowed with inheritance,

The sceptre victorious,

He invests in the broken,

His cup filled with hearts.

 

None can compare to His stunning attaining,

Truly matchless if His array.

His armies stood silent, violence crucified Love,

Disarmed enemies killed the Ascended,

Blood washes blackness ad darks deepest shame.

The Bride is so spotless,

Love is victorious,

Majesty reigns.

 

Poor become rich in His marvellous graces,

Visions bestowal, the finest design.

Blind receive sight through clearness of water,

Beautiful colours, gift wrapped with truth,

Those who are lame dance right into glory,

The steps of the righteous march in His Name.

Deaf hear the melodies of heavens’ bright standards,

The sounds of salvation, angels refrain.

The Bride is so spotless,

Love is victorious,

Majesty reigns.

 

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