Her beauty is beyond utterance.
Her walls are of highest towers.
Her windows are of purest love.
Her curtains will withstand the closing of time.
Her aisles are streams of highest joy.
Her seats are of blessed redeemed saints.
Her door of entrance is salvation graced
Her beacon shines as brightest beams from
Her solid foundation stands assure.
Her sound is as a convoy of angels.
Her adorned raiment is white as snow.
Her countenance is filled with prayer and song.
Her breath of life shouts glory to the King.
Her arm of strength pursues forever
Her hands reach forth with mercy and truth.
Her feet follow the narrow path of
Her coverings of tapestry are arrayed by His
Her table is set with radiant pearl.
Her food is bread of heavenly manna.
Her drink is the fountain of living water.
Her peace surpasseth all understanding.
Her destiny shall be Heaven with God and His
"I LOVE THY CHURCH, PRECIOUS GOD"
Who can forbear from Thee...
Danna Marie Robinette