Adorned in riches sits the honored Bride,
Object of His
never dying Love:
He paid the dowry,
brought her now Above
And whispers of Grace—for her crucified.
The Wedding Feast around them spreads so vast:
They feast and
dine on lamb and drink new wine,
And at their sides
there sits a regal lion;
While many guests, their homage pay, file past.
He tells her of His Love that never dies;
And she looks out
across the Crystal
Sea
And asks, “How
could have You loved me?”
He draws her closer and hears her quiet sighs:
Whispering to
her of His Sacrifice,
He causes her
to understand and know
Her Christ!
- D. Benning
August 1980
