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How He did woo me,
Did pursue me;
Purposed in His heart,
Did choose me.
Run as I may,
Still… pursue me;
Lavished me with gifts,
Filled my heart with glee.
Handsome though He was,
Still…my will did win;
Came the day, I could run no more,
Time to re-examine.
Here I was, at my best,
Still…I wanted more;
In myself there was a need,
This, I could not ignore.
So, I let Him woo me,
And, let Him pursue me;
Gifts He lavished on me,
What to do…what to do?
He had won my heart,
Asked me…"Be My bride?"
What to do…what to do,
What should I decide?
Thought my life was very full,
Needed none but I;
Still…I came to see the lack,
And, all He would supply.
I have fallen for Him,
For this gentle Lover;
He spoke words of never-dying love,
Love that was… forever.
Just as Isaac searched for Rebekah,
My heavenly Bridegroom searched for me;
I, not a thing of beauty,
Still…some cleaning-up there must be.
So, He sent the Holy Spirit,
Gave to Him the task;
Showed me things I didn't want to see,
Deep down things…beneath the 'mask'.
But, clean me up, He did,
Because I was willing;
A pure…a spotless Bride,
I chose to be.
Now, come into the wedding,
The Bride (the Church) and the I AM;
"For His Bride has made herself ready",
Ready for the wedding of the Lamb.
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Aug. 20, 2000
Aimee Love
(LHG)
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