Alone The Bride Poem by Michael P. Johnson

With clapping hands, resounding feet
With hearts that cry aloud
With arms aloft her love to greet
She’ll join Him in the cloud


Alone the bride can understand
Just why she waits so long
Pure in faith, she toils the land
And sings with joy her song


Unkempt, her Groom had found her first
In filth, in fact she lay
To certain death, she slumbered cursed!
Awaiting judgement day


Though many years she’s thought Him due
Upon her hand no ring
The promise that He gave is true
And so in faith she’ll sing


Some try to fill her mind with doubt
Her heart, with lust and greed
She knows what life is all about
That love, meets every need


So full of love she’ll seek The Light
The Light to which she’s born
Her filthy robes now changed for white
She waits her wedding dawn


The table of the feast is laid
The guests all duly told
The dowry of the bride was paid
With blood, instead of gold


There’s some who think The Bridegroom’s late
Yet truth, does not concur
It’s not the bride, who sits in wait
But He awaiting her! …