Come unto me my little bride
take shelter under the shade of the Tree of Life
my leaves are wholesome n healing
my branches are where the doves coo n sing
love songs filling the air.
My fruits are not grievous but pleasant n sweet
and where you are grafted into this tree
you will prosper in the wealth of my Word
you are gene seed
the product of me.
My trunk is strong n sturdy
the roots dig the depths
and though the ill winds blow
and pestilence around you fall
and man failing for fear
I, your Root of David
is your Tower n Strength
Unshaken n comforted you will be
nestled on the downy feathered pillow of Jehovah Eagle
under the shade of this living tree.
So my little bride arise
dust your weary clothes
from earth’s toils
I have a robe yonder and eternal
washed by the blood of the Lamb
in this City of gold built by my hands
Rest n be assured
the quickening power is working in you
soon n very soon you will take flight
Into the spiritual reality of your home sweet home!
Sis Grace
06th April 2021, SAA
