Israel My Love

I Am the One of whom wrote holy men of old

The ancient record of a time by angels told,

When flowers flowed as rivers through a garden fair

All nature sang its perfect praises on the air.


It was your bridal suite according to the plan

I and My Father had so long prepared for man

To share creation with a bride whose image bore

A likeness to the thoughts and feelings of her Lord.


I Am the promised Seed of ancient Israel

I long to hold the bride My promises foretell

You once refused to come beneath My wings of love

From every nation now I’ll gather you My dove.


There I prepared the bridal suite green and replete

New every morning lay My gifts down at your feet

Oh how I longed to lead you to My tree of life

Exchange eternal vows and claim you for My wife.

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