One Dozen Disciples

One dozen men chosen marked their signed heads,
their arrival for messenger's duty call
The Bridegroom arrived, disciples loved
And they wrote for His wedding day.

Decorated with palms, and
Burying the posed lily, He still shone.
All the beautiful people surround
At His party gathered, chose themselves a King...

For no guests was ever alone
As they shed their tears,
They quaked with indigent fear
Acknowledging that wisdom from God's Son...

With His thunderous voice,
The darkest hour of cloud did rain
Angel's calling will now prepare Him home
For Heaven's Wedding glory now speaks;
For the bridegroom, whom will the Bride be?

Now standing with wings of white purity's robe;
The 144,000 sings, their musical harps play,
Heaven sent God's global Word of Love, and
The Groom announced to His Kingdom who His Bride will be...

He read the Psalms of King David's King Solomon's wake,
His love will marry that young maiden's faith
For the Glory and Love for her Lover's song
The firm faith that young maiden's song had cleaved...

To her Father's Son, His Love so divine,
His Will she knows, must now be Done
On Earth, where she stands, sings one dozen
Who will belong to sup on Heaven's Round Table...

By Vicki L. Walker