The Bride’s Redemptive Home Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

There’s a pinnacle on Christ’s path to Salvation
It leads to the central source of All that’s God
Straight-up this Holy Highway you’ll attain by His Rod

We’re called to be Kings and Priest and to overcome
Who can escape, when we’re all dying, from sin’s futile home
Only those bowed and obedient to the Father’s Will and Throne

The prayer of the Redeemed is of Love, these dimensional keys
Forgiveness is the root of Love and surrender brings Liberty
Yes there’s a centre of the whole, outside man’s futile duty

You can pray the answer or be part of the answer, to gain
Religion is of the works of man, not of works of God’s hand
New Jerusalem is for His Bride, where no lie abides in the end