Wedding Of The Lamb Poem by Mandla Prince KedamileKoti

stretch out your wings oh dear Cherubims, flip them unhurriedly for those who were formerly foreigners to the master.
Sing a new song you Seraphims in unison with the peculiar nation, the chosen generation.
blow up your trumpets you heavenly beings as the 24 elders give the standing ovation to the conquerors.

the groom has brought home the bride riding on a cloud.
Glory and splendor she has been clothed with, her head has been equipped with a crown of righteousness. sorrow and pain are destroyed in the lake of fire

wipe those tears from your bride ooh son of God, lead thy unwrinkled bride to thy father. faithful is the one who promised the bride the streets of Gold.

taste and see the goodness of the Lord you who never received the mark of the beast. joy and happiness is written on the face of the bride as she contemplates the glory of his groom.
the cloud of witnesses gathers around the throne singing a new song for those who finished their race and kept their faith.

happy are those who are invited to the wedding of the lamb