Till Your Blood Ices Over(For Christ)

i HEAD OF THY CHURCH TRIUMPHANT You left Heaven,Your excellent Abode above. You took upon Yourself the bodily garments of mortal man, Came down into this world, this earth Bereft of pure joy and eternal sweet communion. You left the precious gel,the blissful ointment, The long-lasting fragrance which spontaneously Exudes around Your Father's glorious Throne. When Your arrival here was duly announced By Your birth, wicked and cruel men Your death sought to establish Fickle-minded,feeble-hearted coys With evil-intent, devil-portent ploys Your prime agenda and mission tried To plunge into pre-mature disillusion. ii NO POWER CAN CONQUER SPIRIT DIVINE Robed with the spirit of humility,You thrived on In hard work, labouring, toiling on; Like a huge fruitful tree existing there...there By the side of a pleasant mighty river,until infinity. The perfect prize You paid for all men For their souls' redemption You knotted everlasting espousal ties Seeking to turn them into exquisite gems Befitting and suitable For a constant Bride.