Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The Bride of Christ






















Beginning creation of the Bride of Christ, not completed yet. will be adding angels in lower corners and living waters coming out of the clouds. She was believing the lie of bondage and pain felt imprisoned. The Lord wakes her for she was asleep. My beloved speaks and says to me:
 “Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away,
 for behold, the winter is past;
 the rain is over and gone.
 The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.
 The fig tree ripens its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
 Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away.
 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
in the crannies of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
 Catch the foxes for us,
the little foxes
that spoil the vineyards,
 for our vineyards are in blossom.”
 My beloved is mine, and I am his;
he grazes among the lilies.
 Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle
or a young stag on cleft mountains.

Pam Boggus