Psonnets of Worship
I Want to Be Your Bride

I am Your work, O Lord, a living stone,
Your vineyard's branch abiding in the Vine,
the grapes of which are pressed into new wine.
You planted me to be Your tree alone,
and by the Spirit's fruit now I am known.
A servant was I born. So You assign
me labours in the fields which are not mine,
to harvest in the souls You call Your own.
In many other ways, Lord, I am Yours.
So many parables can be applied
because Your hand has opened up the doors.
But now these parables are laid aside
as, face to face with You, I yearn for more.
I come to You. I want to be Your Bride.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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