ArmourQuill Hunter

Rookie (1949 / Fort Smith, AR)

The Lamb’s Bride, Dress Of Gold - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Married in white, you have chosen all right, I quess…
Married in green, ashamed to be seen; the family’s not a rest.

Married in red, you will wish yourself dead; now who would do this?
Married in blue, you will always be true, if prayer is behind grace 4-bliss.

Married in yellow, ashamed of your fellow; a cowardly colour at best…
Married in black, you will wish yourself back; some bridges must burn to rest.

Married in pink, your spirits will sink; for it’s a sickly weak colour for sure…
Married in gold, wealth to unfold, for it’s the dress of God’s bride to cure!

This wedding gown, embroidered gold, is the Bride of the Lamb unseen.
No righteousness owned, it's of Christ; all things possible for that clean.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 28, 2006



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