The Bride has made herself ready

Takes her place at the side of her Groom

In His eyes He judges her worthy

Now they're off to their honeymoon

Her lamp was trimmed, filled and burning

She's wrapped up in His Holy Word

Awaiting His promised returning

"I'll meet you in there," she was told

Becoming like Him for the rapture

She fearfully obeyed what she heard

Mixing with faith every Scripture

That was preached about her in His Word

The mockers and scoffers were silenced

She was shut in, in that secret place

No more can she hear their defiance

She's forever beholding his face

Within the veil she'll receive

What Sarah got from the Lord

Dunamis to conceive

And bring forth that true life of God

^© By: Jacinta F. Hewitt

*Dunamis - strength power, ability