dear diary – the bride

Free from all her guilt
Rid of all her shame
And known by her true name

One day.  We will be this bride.  Oh, that day is too long in coming.  Even so, come Lord Jesus, come.  Rid me of everything that still hinders me.  Let me learn my new name.  Let me call Your name – to your face.  Not anymore dimly, as in a mirror.  But face to face.

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