'Wedding Feast Of The Lamb' Poem by junior frontilus

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