Dressed in white, adorned in grace. Garments radiant and spotless. Their hands scarred with life’s blows, they’ve counted the cost so many times. Walked through fire without being burnt. Crossed through rivers of hardships aiming for the promised perfection. Face turned towards the Lion of Judah, not loving this life or anything in it. Not satisfied with the entry point of salvation, discontented with the everyday living. Reaching out, and reaching higher, straining ears to hear the Voice from Heaven.
Hungry for spiritual truth, satisfied only with the Presence of the King. Understanding truths, counting the cost and throwing it all away. This is the bride of Messiah made up of men and women from every nation and every tribe, these are the precious ones who don’t sit idly with salvation,