Doris Trueheart's Blog – February 2009 Archive (2)

With love in his eyes, Christ looked upon me

And called me to be his bride.

He knew my life had been full of sin,

Yet he refused to be denied.



He carried me into the marriage tent.

The Father waited outside

To recover the sheet that was upon the bed,

Then judgment He would decide.



Blood, He sought as evidence

Of my purity;

If none, eternal death for me

Was a surety.



Christ took a knife and pierced himself,

For me… Continue

Precious memories of my youth
Will surely last forever,
There in the pages of my mind.
You and I together.
Everything we do
Shall be written down.
Love’s first kiss or love’s first heartache
In its pages shall be found.
So let us carefully choose
The actions we will take,
Because what we do today
Are memories we create.