The Bride

She prayed for blessing but it came packaged in breaking.
Dumfounded, confused. Her world rattled and shaken.

The accuser took great pleasure in her tormenting.
Confusion, despair all consuming and suffocating.

Hope deferred, promises shattered.
Persecution taunted, as if her vow to God didn’t even matter.

Left lying for dead, the Earth closed in.
Her casket was lowered, death and darkness pressed in.

When barely just a flicker remained, life held in the balance, she whispered His name.

All Heaven grew quiet as the angels gazed down.
Their hearts beating wildly, His great justice renown.

The Earth rolled with thunder as all Heaven pressed in.
His voice roared like a lion as resurrection power broke in.

One breathe from His lungs was all it took.
The chains of death were broken off, as every demon silently shook.

Power invaded, redemption burst in.
His fierce love pierced her heart as His supernatural life flowed in.

Every cell of her body, awakened and stirred.
Empowering vision burst forth, her identity secured.

All Hell could not touch her, afraid of even one word.
Darkness cowered at her feet, His radiant power she incurred.

Triumphant and victorious, His Bride standing in reign.
A Queen resurrected, with a passion for His name.

Exquisite jewels from Heaven mantle her crown but with nobility and honor, she cast it back down.

Ruling and reigning, declaring His word.
Empowering humility, all Heaven and Earth a glorious altar.