A golden city and rolling green hills
A war and a wedding feast
A wise God who looked like he was setting things to chance
But he wanted those who truly loved his Son
Who would fight through the war to get to the dance.

He knew some would not make it
And some would die
And oh how this set his heart to cry
His son had an enemy ruthless and cruel
Who would kick the chair out from under you as you sat on a stool.

The wise king only hinted at the best ways to get through the fight
How to battle the darkness and enter the light
He did not want robots, he did not want sin
But those who would come, for them new life would begin.

All were found unworthy so he made a way
He sent his son to die, to pay and show their love today
To those who saw the example and who truly tried
Who loved God’s son more, than their fear to die.

Many were out there who promised them hope
Who use their fears against them; to tie them with ropes.
Many, many wanted control over their lives
So they could feel good, so they thought they had arrived.
But do not trust in them, for their hearts do lie.

It’s not about money; it’s not about the good life,
It’s not about control and avoiding all strife
It’s not about knowledge, and what you believe,
Hear me now; it’s about the dying of a seed.

We are all like a seed with very hard shells,
A protection mode to get us through the hells.
We struggle and strive to maintain our little lives,
When great trees are born; they first have to die.

The seed falls down, deep in the mud,
It falls from a tree with a soft little thud.
It sinks down and let’s itself die
New life starts to grow, in its shell it no longer hides.

It takes it a while and then begins to grow.
Through the blasts of summer; the winters of snow.
They gives away all their fruit to whomever will ask
To control other trees is really not their task.

To be a tree, so others may live,
To let them have control, not to take, but to give
They produce fruit so others may have life
Even when their fruit is plucked with a knife.

Not much thought is given to our trees of life,
They stand through the winter, and are pruned with a knife.
They are not thought much of, as they give out their fruit
Even feeding their enemies with joy from their roots.

It is these here in whom the Father is proud,
Who stand all alone and not run with the crowd.
Who stand real quiet,
Who are not brash and loud.

Those who rejoice when others do succeed,
Like a mother who sacrifices above her own needs,
Who stay up late when one is not well,
Who stand with other’ when they‘re going though hell.

For this is the example of his son who died,
Who took others wrath; a spear in his side
Who fought against the evils he saw in the church,
Knowing they would crucify him and cause him great hurt.

Oh how he loves and still loves today
So will you join him in his suffering and walk in his ways
As great as the oceans; as gentle as a dove.
As passionate as a lover, as fierce as the sea
Is the bridegroom’s love waiting for you… and for me.

The Father is looking,
For those who will stand by his son’s side,
Who would love him so much as to die for his pride.
For then at the wedding feast you will stand by his side

A golden city and rolling green hills
A wedding feast calls to all who wills
“Be a worthy bride and bless my son’s heart
Don’t worry I’ll be with you, at the end and from the start

I know there is a war that you must go through
But, I calling those whose hearts are true
Don’t worry about being something in this life
For I have not call you to that
But to be my Son’s most beloved wife.”

Wednesday, July 30, 2008, 10:45 pm
Copyrighted 2008 James Wood

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