Poem
Where is your Bride?
Through the music, through the rain,
Does YOUR VOICE, over my soul reign?
Because through the storm, and through the pain,
Do my ears have the capability of listening and surrendering
To the VOICE who spoke a beat into every heart?
Where is YOUR Bride, ABBA?
Is she clothing herself with artificial jewels whilst
harboring weapons made of sinking sand?
Or is she, why won’t she –
Pick up the stones for the fight,
Listen to the Song of the GREAT I AM,
Ready her fingers to pluck the strings of
Love and Hope,
never succumbing to fear, for she knows
there is only ONE worthy to be feared:
HE is the ROCK of all Ages,
the FIRST and the LAST,
the SERVANT KING
who took the nails that we deserve,
the ONE who is coming
but is YEHOVAH SHAMMAH:
here and there with the weeping,
with the lost, with the broken-hearted,
with the ones feeling forgotten
HE never forgets
HE never lies
HE does not harbor the limitations of man
but yet HE chose to become man,
lay HIS Life down,
for you, for me
but how many of us
will do the same and die to self,
To truly be alive and dance with HIM?
ABBA, forgive us,
forgive us for our ears choose to listen to lies
and our mouths choose to repeat them.
Forgive us for the idols we make
and the temporary tunes that we listen to.
Make us a dove, to have eyes solely focussed on YOU.
Make us a tree that has its roots planted by the riverbank,
Give us leaves that prosper not in the name of prosperity
but for the Name, the ONLY Name, that can save.
Everything for YOU, where YOU are not our Reason,
stop our feet from walking, tame our mouths from speaking
and shake the ground until our every being seeks YOU.
It is all about YOU and forgive us for our pride for ever
thinking otherwise.
Taste, smell, see, feel, hear –
Taste the goodness and truth of HIS Words,
Smell the change that it echoes and enflames,
See the Majesty that HE speaks with,
Feel the Love that drips from every sentence,
and Hear the Victory, hear the song that HE sings.
YHVH, YHVH, YHVH!
Let us praise HIM!