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This Psalm is inspired by Revelation 3:14-22 where Jesus exhorts the Laodicean church to buy from Him white garments, that their shame and nakedness would not be revealed. Fine linen white garments are a symbol in the Bible of the good works of the saints and prophetically speaking refer to the wedding garment worn by the Bride when Jesus comes again that has no spot or wrinkle because it is washed by in the Blood of the Lamb. White is representative of holiness, consecration and purity.

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My garments must be white,

Washed with Blood.

My garments must be white,

No stain or wrinkle,

I am made clean by crimson flow,

Thereby my shame is taken away.

 

Fine linen,  fine linen,

The holy works of the Lord.

God- inhabited tasks,

Executed in His power,

With grace and favour applied.

Ornaments of wisdom,

Around my neck,

Showing His love to the nations.

 

I am a witness of His infinite care,

The ways He loves me are unsearchable,

And He loves me without end.

Therefore I shall wear,

My fine linen,

The holy works of Heaven.

I give light and hope to those in blackness,

Bringing breakthrough to the captive dead,

Amazing good news revealing their arrogance,

They reach out for righteousnes,

Cast off the grave clothes,

They invite Salvation into their house.

All is now new and  peace,

All is now new and  peace.

Let the Lord be magnified,

And His enemies be scattered.

 

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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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