The Hands of the Bride of Christ

A poem to my bride from Jesus 4-17-14 The Hands of My Bride The hands of my bride are a delicate thing They do not meddle in the affairs of others Only goodness they bring The hands of my bride are as soft as newly spun silk They bring joy to others They bring healing to the sick The hands of my bride are a marvelous tool Never will they be corrupted by the desires of the enemy He longs to use your hands as his own He longs to have my bride worship him On his darkened corrupt throne But my bride has been called since the beginning of time She sings only to Me I am her Groom I am her everything! She will never meddle in the affairs of the King of Hell Only joy she will bring She will carry the most elegant lantern in the darkness She will be a peacemaker throughout the earth Prior to my coming judgments She will lift her holy hands unto me and Profess me as her one true King The hands of my bride are a precious thing I long to hold her hand soon As we walk side by side down the aisle Prior to the Marriage Supper of the Lamb in my heavenlies Lift your holy hands up to the heavens, my bride! Your Groom is smiling at you as you are making last minute preparations in your gowns I love you with all the joy that my heart can contain. Your Groom, Yeshua