Dressed in White

 Dressed in White

A tumult of majestic anthems

Swells and fills the air, 

Their sweet harmonic chorus rising

To the endless sky.

Trilling harps, angelic singing

Praises, adoration,

Glory, laud, and acclamations

To the King on high! 

A moment… a pause of expectation

A lonely trumpet sounds,

All faces turn with anticipation,

Ivory gates swing wide.

Whispered voices and breathless gasps

Of joy and delight

Greet the elegantly splendered bride

Adorned in white.

She lifts her modest, mist-veiled face

In wonder and in awe

To vaulted alabaster rafters,

Iridescent light.

Crowds of eager, reverent faces

Multitudes surround her,

Ten hundred thousand on each side,

Welcoming his bride.

She fingers her snowy garment,

Pure and spotless wool,

Its endless train like a crystal river,

Flowing deep and wide.

The cloud of exultant witnesses

Creates a path before her,

Revealing the gentle, tender compassion 

In her beloved’s eyes.

In humble shame she bows her head.

Unworthy and unwanted,

Yet he sought her and found her.

Her lowly heart cries.

She didn’t deserve such love and mercy.

How could he love her so?

Her wretched filth and sinfulness,

Blasphemy and lies.

He chose her, forgave her, and forgot her past.

Seeing only her soul,

He washed her and cleansed her,

And clothed her in white.

She humbly lifts her thankful face

To him who gave his all,

Past the hundred million guests, she glides

To his glorious light.

With compassion and with endless grace,

He stretches out his arm,

And offers her his nail-scarred hand,

And welcomes home his bride.