There is a place prepared for me <br />A table my crystal sea <br />Where my beloved bids me rest <br />and gently lean upon His breast <br />He dries my tears, He breaks my chains <br />He binds my wounds, He heals my pain <br />He soothes my tired and trouble soul <br />He fills my cup, it overflows <br />The finest wine, the choicest bread <br />By his own nail-scarred hands I am fed <br />He hides my shame in holy dress <br />He clothes me His with righteousness <br />He lifts my veil, He draws me close <br />proclaims me His to the heavenly host <br />While angels sings His reverence <br />He leads me in a sacred dance <br />There is a place by the crystal sea <br />Where my beloved waits for me <br />He bids me come just as I am <br />To the wedding feast of the lamb<br /><br />junior frontilus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wedding-feast-of-the-lamb/
