The Heavenly Bridegroom and His bride
I walk as His bride, down the aisle of fire.
One step, one step.
The narrow way.
The crunch of grass.
A lonely place.
Though I know
That the One I love
Waits for me.
...
Light, bright.
My sight beseeches me
To search out the One
I want to reach.
...
He is close, never far,
My North Star,
My Morning Gaze.
My sun rises and sets with Him.
...
Two steps to step.
His fire burns up my shame.
Watch it fall.
Cinders and ash,
Bones and skeletons,
All the ones who did not make it.
My former tormentors.
...
Sheepishly I gaze at Him.
For His love was spelled out
When He died for me
Before I even knew.
...
When I began this journey,
My heart was cold.
But His light warmed me,
Now Love is all I know.
To breathe like Him
Is to be truly free.
To be with Him
Is my eternity.
...
For He is my Bridegroom
And King.
So I walk as His bride,
Down the aisle of fire.
About the Creator
Idara Oghogho
Simplicity and joy. I find myself thinking about these things often. This name I created represents my honest hope for the world: Joy Joy. Idara Oghogho. I pray joy bursts from within you as you read my writings. Thank you for stopping by.
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