Clothed in the beauty and splendor of her Lord, she arrives.
She leaves behind her, the fragrance of the One she loves.
Crowned with twelve stars like a royal diadem, she shines brightly.
Espoused as a chaste virgin to the One she loves, she waits nightly.
The angels above rejoice as she awaits her chariot.
In faithfulness, she takes hold of Him, who takes away her shame.
So that she can stand in His righteousness, she takes on His name.
By the spirit of judgment and burning, she is purged and now waiting.
With all her filth washed away, she’s made excellent and appealing.
Without spot, blemish or wrinkle, in holiness she awaits her bridegroom.
She toils day and night as a virtuous woman making herself prepared.
She stands firmly on her foundation radiating His presence, declared.
As the moon reflects the sun’s glory, she radiates her Father’s grandeur.
Multitudes upon multitudes await this great day as others mock or ignore.
As the great wedding day approaches, the Spirit and the bride say, come.
Impregnated by the Holy Spirit, she awaits the birth of her male child.
She gathers herself together as the great decree is about to be unveiled.
In hopes of being hidden in the time of the master’s wrath, she waits.
Representing the wise virgins, she waits with her lamps filled with oil.
As her Master measures her inner temple, He finds her measure full.
As she gives birth to her male child, the enemy tries to snatch him.
Before the enemy can snatch him, he’s caught up to heaven above.
Now angry, Satan makes war with this beautiful bride as his prey.
She’s quickly rescued as a tide of violence tries to sweep her away.
Her chariot arrives, suddenly, in the form of two wings of a great eagle.
She’s taken to her bridal chambers, a place prepared especially for her.
Allured into a unique place in wilderness, she awaits her bridegroom.
The Father’s fury comes as it’s unleashed on the inhabitants of the earth.
Safely hidden in a place of refuge, she rests in her shelter from the storm.
She wonders, “What will happen to her little sister, the foolish virgins?”
She’s caught up to her Bridegroom with the Father’s fury now ended.
She’s received and known as He is with her marriage now consummated.
Her groom, riding on a white horse, gathers His saints to encounter.
From the four winds they gather for the great battle, now prepared.
With the brightness of His coming, those left on earth are scorched.
This is an updated edition of a poem originally published on straitarrow.net
Featured image by Heather Miller
