My bride is as death to me
Affording visions my eyes to see
Not in morbid words speak I
But similitude beneath them lie
For death alone stands between
Me and my Saviour, pure, pristine
So when into her eyes I gaze
I'll see his brilliance, therein, ablaze
‘Er foundations of the world were laid
My lovely bride He'd thought and made
To ease the burden of my work made long
He picked her special from amidst the throng
To teach my children, to temper my pride
God gave her to me, my lovely white bride
Of all the reasons He has sent her to earth
There is none better, no more deserving of mirth
Than to act as a window, to be a reflection
Of Christ's death and grand resurrection
When life is fraught for lack of rain
When life is stressed and pulled by strain
My heart is stilled by her warm embrace
My soul hushed by her glowing face
There is no doubt she's sent from above
To exhibit grace, to show me love
Though I'm a wretched, undeserving man
The Father brought us together in His perfect plan
Her smile my very heart doth smite
Her golden laugh dispels the darkest night
I know not why He has blessed me so
But everyday, more thankful I grow
In her beauty she will be as death
In her grace, God's very breath
Though hope of this world leaks through sieves
By her life I know my Jesus lives
My bride is as death to me
Affording visions my eyes to see
Not in morbid words speak I
But similitude beneath them lie
For death alone stands between
Me and my Saviour, as yet unseen
So when into her eyes I gaze
I'll see his brilliance, therein, ablaze
I wrote this poem a long time ago. It has confusing tenses.
