"Fear God, Love God, Serve God": "He's Coming!"

"And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the

bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him."

(Matthew 25:6)

It was like an Awakening of the soul and spirit, when at first we felt Your touch of love, so utterly sublime. "How can my heart flutter with such joy, and my spirit feel so free in glory and beauty?" we wondered at the time. Oh, it was the One who held us as dust, and formed us by His love, who caressed us with His Holy hands. He's the Creator of the universe, who loves what He made; He watches o'er the earth, His own created lands.

It's no wonder when a soul looks in His eyes, with love returned in

worship, that His Spirit floods our beings

And, it's more than prickling chill bumps, tinglings, the rampage of

mortal emotions, and run amok feelings

No, it is holy power unspeakable and full of glory, the explosion of heaven, from portals beyond our knowing. Ah, it's like rain, snow, fragrant breezes, winds of fire, the scent of roses and a niagara of love, unleashed and flowing. "Take me, I'm Yours," is our fervent cry, from lips touched by heaven's flames, and hearts instantly remade. The lover of our souls has invaded us with ecstasy, and now we've been made clean; we're righteously arrayed.

No love can compare to our Savior's relentless mercy, love and

grace; we are humbled to our trembling knees

And, as we bow, we're mounting up like eagles, soaring in His

embrace, flying above snake lines, to lofty aeries

No human can describe the splendor of the Holy Ghost and fire, that erupts like a volcano, in glorious joy. The strings of our hearts sing in tongues, as we're carried away in the arms of love; it's a heavenly awing ploy. We experience a "Maranatha" before its time, as our Redeemer takes up residence, in His home of reformed dust. And, we get a foretaste of paradise in an earthly moment, a dance rises in the freedom, of the once sinful and unjust.

Oh, there's nothing like it; it's a lilt of the soul, diving to depths

and climbing to heights, in one swoop of delight

And the light floods our bodies in a miraculous consumption, of

the dregs from hopelessness, and darkness of night

We fly like we have wings, released to explore the flames of the Holy Ghost, in a triumph of seeking wonder. "Who wouldn't want more?" we ask, when we consider the power that roared through our souls, like shaking thunder. So, the chords of singing fill the stillness in the air, when at last we settle into our abode, above earth's woes and cares. We have become new and shining from His light and love; it's apparent to all who know us, from their oft stares. The dust has become a new creation, infilled with Love from the Lover of our souls. He has touched our tongue with fire, and our quivering lips with hot coals.