We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
The Blessed Hope of Christ's Return to whisk His Bride away is Joy for which she now doth yearn through ev'ry passing day. "When will He come to take me Home? When will the evil end? When will I rest, no more to roam? When say I, 'Bye' to sin?" Do wear, thee, garment for the Feast? Is decked thy robe all white? Is the oil lamp trimmed by even the least? Is the extra oil made right? When The Trumpet Call and the Shout is made, The Bride must ready be. Thy sins upon The Groom were laid. The Bride made ready He. The Blessed Hope is by His Hands. The Bride He chose by His Will. The Everlasting Day by His Plan He evermore fulfills. by Jay O’Toole on March 12th, 2024 ![]() |