Tiny, little tulle buds, dripping fragrance pure
Cover you with sunlight, His face, a sunbeam cure
You’re cleansed with the Almighty’s blood, spotless and pure
Heaven’s gracious choir … singing notes, angelically pure
Are your robes of floral tinges, faded shades of white?
Are your veils sometimes depleted of your precious Saviour’s light?
Bring yourself to Jordan, for then you’ll be clearest white
Clothed and ready for marriage, endowed in whitest-white
Jewels of unheard colours, await your head to crown
A beautiful frock of righteousness, never to weigh you down
For He gathers your tears … heals and moulds … shapes for you a crown
Each bearing life’s own hidden gems, now crystals for your crown
in my e-book “Fragrance from the Spring”
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