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Betrothed
The Woman is betrothed
to her King
Called apart from her place of birth
trying to live until the appointed day
But struggling sometimes to retain
the focus of Love
It is easy in The Presence
feeling the touch,
or reading His words
to remember Love
to stir it up
There is no shadows in her vision
When she wakes
with her mind full of Him
She is not yet wed to His tasks fully,
but to labor in His course
writes her memory full of Him
And with memories vibrant
love glows hotly
Until His work is passion
because it lights her heart
And her life (as her own) grows dim
for at a wedding she chooses
to end herself on Him
For passion grows
with each breath, each touch
until she cries out
"Lord! come quickly
I run, I wait, I cry, and I sing:
Lord! Come!
I cannot wait,
Bring me to your Presence,
Let me feel your breath!
Touch my hands again
Raise my arms up in your strength!
Bring me to your eyes
Hold me in embrace!
Don't withhold from me encounter...
Lord, my Lord! Come
Here, I long.
~JLB
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