What compels our hearts to eternity is Him. It can only be Him. Peace, hope, life. We long for the place where we are made full and complete in Him. Arms wrapped around our waist, pulled tight against his chest, the Father whispers, “Oh my child, how I love you! You are home.”
And the Lamb, he comes, and if tears would leak, I would weep. He is precious beyond all I know. My heart drops with my knees in gratitude. I see Him in the flesh. I am overwhelmed.
He grasps my face in eager gentleness, searching for the paths he’s known. He sees it all, the etchings of sojourning and trust. I wasn’t alone. Radiating immense joy and beaming love, his eyes search deep into my own, “Oh, I have waited long for this moment, my sister, my bride. I see you, I love you. Come! Join me at the table.”
He’s near giddy at the homecoming of his Beloved. The Father stands in glory, brilliant in radiance, as his children from every age and every race gather together. He’s seen it all along. The end from the beginning, Alpha and Omega. This is the joy he’s awaited since the beginning.
The feasting has begun. The table is spread deep and wide with delicacies of grace and truth and justice and beauty the mortal, now immortal, can scarcely take it in. This is the banqueting table, where long has the banner flown LOVE. This is the sweet anticipation saints of old and young cried, “Come, my Lord, no longer tarry. Take my ransomed soul away.” This is captive Israel ransomed and redeemed. This is the day when faith becomes sight.
The joy is overflowing and we are drunk on the sweetness, gorged on the majesty of the infinite, majestic Triune God.
Our hearts and our mouths echo, full, with thankful praise, “He is worthy, He is worthy!”
“To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb
be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!”
His kingdom come.
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Joining Amber at The Runamuck and her concrete abstractions writing prompts. This week’s prompt is “the table.”
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What glory! Truly inspired writing. Thank you for sharing.