The Story of the Ages

This shall be the story of the ages
A story of how the God-King became a man
Out of extravagant love
Love that is stronger than death
Jealousy as unyielding as the grave
A God who is ravished by one look of his beloved
Who put on skin and frailty and  mortality
To lay his life down
And in so doing
To purchase and claim for himself:
A pure and spotless bride

And if you were to look
Into the eyes of the man
On the cross
You would have seen
Eyes like flint
Filled with deep longing
Unmoving and steady
Locked on his bride
It was for one purpose for which
He choose to hang there:

And so the story of the ages continues
A story of how the God-King
Wins for himself a bride
Fully in love, and completely yielded
Not through any hint of coercion or force
But love:
Stronger than death
Jealousy unyielding as the grave

The bride
Gently but surely
Helplessly and so sweetly
Finds her heart awakened
And in response
She begin to love
Though ever so weakly
She begin to sing
Though ever so poorly

As surely as His love is strong
The bride finds her heart healed and tender
Full and free
And there shall be a song
That arises from a bride
Completely surrendered
Out of extravagant love
And earth to heaven shall sing:

So deeply
The father’s heart is moved
No longer able to contain himself
He says to the son:
“It is time”


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