The pluvial climate of middle and western Tennessee didn’t dampen our spirits at the farm but it did bring about great change in my snowball bushes at home. It looked like a bride and her groom must have walked/danced by way of my yard with all their friends and relatives trailing behind and showering them with both an abundance of petals and entire snowballs. The ground was covered---a beautiful sight to behold.
I wonder if it will be like that in heaven when The Bridegroom walks/dances with His Bride, the church. It will certainly be a beautiful sight to behold.
Rachel Huff Julian, daughter of Garry and Wynellen, penned these poetic words, while at Houston High School, that to me express the beauty of such a time.
……Suddenly,
My Groom rises from His throne,
And He breaks the loneliness, which I have always known…
His hands meet mine
As we begin to dance.
Oh what fulfillment,
Oh what romance…
Everything flows,
There is no pause in our dance.
The two become one
As I hold tightly to His hands…
…….I have never danced this way before.
I have never loved this way before.
I have never known Him like this before.
O Christ, it is You I adore…
We flow as one,
Dancing before the King.
My Groom rises from His throne,
And He breaks the loneliness, which I have always known…
His hands meet mine
As we begin to dance.
Oh what fulfillment,
Oh what romance…
Everything flows,
There is no pause in our dance.
The two become one
As I hold tightly to His hands…
…….I have never danced this way before.
I have never loved this way before.
I have never known Him like this before.
O Christ, it is You I adore…
We flow as one,
Dancing before the King.
Excerpt from The Chamber Room
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