Do not weep, Beloved. I know you sometimes feel weary, defeated and hopeless. I understand, My Child.
I AM well acquainted with your griefs and sorrows. But this is not what I see when I look at you. I see My Beloved Bride, standing in beautiful white garments of My Righteousness. I see My Glory glittering upon you like sparkling GOLD in the Sonlight.
I see a golden crown upon your head for you are a Child of the King. Standing behind you are Mighty servants (angels) waiting to fulfill your every need at My command. You have been refined as GOLD and you are like a sparkling jewel in My Hand.
You are My Beloved and I AM yours. Let no one steal this joy from you. For your Creator will be your Husband; the LORD of Heaven’s Armies is His name!
He is your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel, the God of all the earth. And I AM coming soon for I have prepared a place for you. If it were not so, I would have told you.
Psalm 45 (Prophecy of Jesus and His Bride, the Church)
“My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the King; My tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.
You are the most excellent of Men and your lips have been anointed with Grace, since God has blessed You forever.
Gird your sword on your side, you Mighty One; clothe Yourself with splendor and majesty.
In Your majesty ride forth victoriously in the cause of truth, humility and justice; let Your Right Hand achieve awesome deeds.
Let your sharp arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s enemies; let the nations fall beneath your feet.
Your throne, O God, will last for ever and ever; a scepter of justice will be the scepter of your kingdom.
You love righteousness and hate wickedness; therefore God, your God, has set You above Your companions
by anointing You with the oil of joy.
All Your robes are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia; from palaces adorned with ivory;the music of the strings makes you glad.”
Daughters of kings are among your honored women; at Your Right Hand is the ROYAL BRIDE IN GOLD (the Church, the Bride of Christ)
~Deborah Waldron Fry