A Poem by Basilea Schlink

“I never felt such an entire emptiness of self-love, or any regard to any private, selfish interest of my own. It seemed to me, that I had entirely done with myself. I felt that the opinions of the world concerning me were nothing, and that I had no more to do with any outward interest of my own, than with that of a person whom I never saw. The glory of God seemed to be all, and in all, and to swallow up every wish and desire of my heart” – Sarah Edwards, wife of Jonathan Edwards

Published January 11, 2018 |

The holy hour is coming,
When from the heavenly throne
God’s Son, who was incarnate,
Will come to claim His own.He waits with love expectant
For His beloved bride.
Her life to Him she’s given;
With bonds of love she’s tied.

She hastens quickly to Him
With joy and heavenly bliss,
In every way preparing,
To be completely His.

For through the blood of Jesus,
She now may walk in white,
Attain the heavenly wedding,
His realm of purest light.

The midnight hour is striking,
And dawn no longer far.
So keep a constant vigil,
Soon shines the morning star.

Oh, live then for His advent.
The trumpet sound is near,
Announcing He is coming.
At last the day is here!

From her book ‘My All for Him’