THE PERFECTION OF CHRIST'S BRIDE

When Jesus left this sinful earth,

When the Lord went back to heaven,

He left a group of highest worth,

A faithful church without leaven.

Still from heaven He reigns supreme as head,

From the vault upon high, He rules with might,

Over a troop of workers, far from dead,

Above the active, who serve in the light.

They look to the One among the living,

Seeking the Risen One - Eraser of sin.

Worship His name with praise and thanksgiving.

Lift the Mighty One with shouts of great din.

Of the chosen, He calls them one by one.

The ecclesia come to His great grace,

Until the trump of God and all is done,

The dead first - then us - we all see His face.

So as we stand before His judgment seat,

Before the Bema - but not in trouble,

Gold, silver, precious stones whate'er is meet,

Tried by fire, be it wood, hay or stubble.

A wondrous crown given at Judgment Seat,

For good works done instead of our leisure,

Our crowns gladly lay at our Savior's feet,

The Pearl of Great Price, our true treasure.

The church, He cleanses with His holy word.

His pure bride receives her white linen gown,

Obedient and true to His two-edged sword.

The virgins pure have the best seats in town.

Heaven's opened, and behold, a white horse

The Rider - wondrous - called Faithful and True,

King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Jesus - of course,

And an army of saints, like me and you.

Woe to the men who choose not to believe.

Jesus treads the wine press of His fierce wrath.

All the seals, trumpets and bowls, they receive.

Sorrows upon sorrows - it's a blood bath.

So my friend, the choice is really quite clear.

Armageddon is nothing you want near.

Repent, do not delay, choose God to fear.

His precious blood, you must learn to count dear.

Russ Simpson