Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Requiem for a Bride

Oh for the day of your birth with sprouts of life;
The miracle of deliverance came with sound from heaven
You ran from that room and your fragrance floods the streets;
Your life dies and His life lives.
You became a bride to your Bridegroom
And He washed you in His crimson life, His forever promise.
Like a bird set free you flew the nations with His love;
Many heard His words and joined the divine throng.
Through trials and many fears you were kept by His power
And His words sustained you, His Beloved.
Your marriage draws near and the Bridegroom awaits His bride;
Behold, He comes quickly for you.
But lo, what sight greets our eyes?
A bride who has left her waiting room?
Your mingling grieves your coming Bridegroom
And look, she neither cares nor looks for Him.
Play upon the stringed instruments,
Play with soft and deep minor chords;
Sad and heartfelt melodies that sing of tragedy,
Songs that used to praise now sing of death.
Bow your heads and think of former years;
Remember seasons of life and regeneration,
Years of her Bridegroom’s presence.
Do you not long for days of His praise?
Look deep into your heart and hear
Shouts of praise and tears of joy,
Listen as cries of repentance and bows of worship
Join the homage to this Glorious Bridegroom!
Hear this Bride in former years run to her prayer chamber,
Listen as she meets her Betrothed and washes herself in His Spirit.
These were days when His Bride sought Him continually,
These were days of love espoused eternally.
But watch, slowly she dies...
Ever so slowly she writhes in worldly pain.
Will she look to her Physician or her carnal suitors?
Lastly her chest ceases to breathe and yet her eyes are still open.
And still she blindly seeks her own death.
And now death comes quickly disguised as life,
This Bride causes heaven’s tears
And the Bridegroom Himself calls her to His side with grief.
She is dead now while she pretends to live;
Sing and pray, perhaps she may return,
Until then her effervescence pulls the bed sheets over her death.
Wail and howl and sing with chords of weeping,
This requiem is for her.