Tania Wiseman

(Seymour, IN, USA)

My Bride

My bride will be spotless, white as snow.
She looks forward, the groom she knows.
He is the one that will call her by name,
And in a twinkling of the eye, up she goes one day.
She is fixing herself and fully arrayed of holiness,
mature growth and waiting anxiously to say;
"Come my beloved, come my King,
I am yours and with you I'll stay."
The trumpet will sound and the bride in a flash,

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