Donald Yates


His Bride - Poem by Donald Yates

No man hath seen the Father
but man hath seen the son.
His Bride bears His burden
until His work is done.

We are born of Humankind
and it is our destiny,
To go about His business
from mountain to the sea.
No wall can offer shelter
no roof can shield from pain,
We must go forth undaunted
until He comes again.

The Heavens are waiting
just for you and me
The vale will be lifted
and His face again we'll see.

Every man every woman
on bended knee they'll stay
When the Son of God returns
and leads us on our way.

Jesus is the Bride's Groom
He gives the kiss of life
Thunder will sound in the sky
when He claims His Wife.

Satin will run with fear
and hide in a deep dark hole
Sinners will run after him
because he holds their Soul.

The Bride waits for his return
with eyes cast above
And the world will once again
be filled with love.

'1999'


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010



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