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Waiting For The King
by Helen Klassen
Waiting! waiting!
All heaven waits with bated breath!
Waiting!
Preparing mansions, interceding
For His beloved. "When Father? when is it time
To bring my bride, my Church home?"
"Patience, Son, not yet.
Wait
for the appointed time I alone know.
Famines, earthquakes, pestilences
Tsunamis
Nation against nation, must come first.
Evil abounds, rebellions arise,
As the evil one, the devil, relentlessly,
Persistently, wickedly
Attacks our creation, your church, your bride.
Wait!
Your bride is being prepared,
Sifted, tried, working,
Waiting, waiting."
On earth, the bride, the church longs,
Longs for her redemption.
Longs for her Lord, her bridegroom
To come and take her home.
"When, Father, when will He come
To take His beloved Home?"
"Patience, Bride, not yet
Wait!
Be faithful, be alert, be vigilant.
My Son will come,
Will Come!
To take His Church, His beloved, His bride
Home!"
Even so, come, Lord Jesus, come!
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