My Weary Bride
Come away Beloved, come away with Me into the secret of My tabernacle, the place where we meet. For your weariness, I long to give strength. For your overwhelming fear, overwhelming love. Come and drink of My living waters and be revived. In all your waiting do not forget to come to Me.
For I am the Rock smitten for you that you may rely on My strength and My provision. I will indeed set you high upon a Rock. Do you still desire this one thing, to behold My beauty, to enquire in My temple, to come to Me? For My eyes roam to and fro upon the earth seeking those who seek Me.
Return My Beloved, return to drink of Me. You have become weary, even doing what I ask, but how easy you grow tired. So come, come drink, come eat at the table I have set before your enemies.
Come drink of Me.
Your yoke is too heavy. Come then and take up Mine, for it is indeed easy and light. Turn to Me Beloved and let me love you.
My Belobed, I want you to run with Me, together we run in union, vitally connected. The winds of this world, the cares will cause the flame of your love to grow dim, but the wind of My Spirit will fan the flame of love. For My love is as strong as death and stronger than the grave. It is certain, it is sure, it is steadfast, it is Me.
I am the Rock on which I will set you, as a diamond set in Me to shine with the brillians of My glory.
Oh My weary Bride, come and I will set you upon the Rock.