I have come with one purposeto capture for Myself a brideby My life she is lovelyby My death she’s justifiedI have always been her husbandthough many lovers she has knownso with water I will wash herand by My word aloneso when you hear the sound of the wateryou will know you’re not alone'cause I haven’t come for only youbut for My people to pursueyou cannot care for Me with no regard for herif you love Me, you will love the ChurchI have long pursued heras a harlot and a whorebut she will feast upon Meshe will drink and thirst no moreso when you taste My flesh and My bloodyou will know you’re not alonethere is none that can replace herthough there are many who will tryand though some may be her bridesmaidsthey can never be My bridederek webb
January 12, 2008
"The Church"
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