He Comes

The Anointed One,
The Holy One,
The One who loved me enough to die for me,
The One who sits at the Father's right hand and intercedes for me...

This One is arising,
He is coming to deliver me.
He comes with all His glory,
Perfumed with the blood of the Lamb and the oil of the King,
He comes with the banner of victory,
To conquer all my enemies...

He comes with power,
He comes with love and announces:
"I have conquered your enemies,
I have fought and destroyed them,
I have won..."

This One comes, conquers, pursues and offers me an invitation...
An invitation to sit on His love seat, His mercy seat,
The seat that is possible to enter because of His shed blood,
The seat where forgiveness, rescue, wholeness and fullness happens...

Such love, grace, sacrifice and deliverance flow forth from this seat... to me,
Yes, love and mercy cover this seat with intent and desire,
Glory and power surround and blanket this seat.

He comes with such anticipation and delight
Desiring to purchase, free, rescue and cleanse me.

Yet...

Who am I that this Anointed One in all His power, glory, and strength would want me?
Who am I to have the pursuit of a King, of royalty, of someone willing to sacrifice Himself to obtain me?

He looks at me,
Calls me His chosen one,
              His beloved,
              beautiful...

Such burning affection and desire I cannot reject...
Such intense love...

Song of Songs 3