For there is a sound of thunder; there is a sound of a roar, as the Lord His majesty approaches the door. His hand is on the door. He approaches for this much awaited moment. The angels they gaze. The four and twenty elders, they stop and gaze to behold this day in history. It is the majesty of the Lord God breaking through. Heaven’s door is before Him. His hand, His hand is on the door. Behold, He stands at the door of your heart knocking. Will you open? Will you be part of the last great ingathering? Will you be His Bride watching, prepared and waiting for the return of your Holy Bridegroom? Will your eyes be as doves eyes, single-visioned and loyally focused only on Him, the Lover of Your Soul?
For the Bridegroom, He cherishes His Bride and waits with baited breath for the day to come. The day is near. The time has come. The hours, they tick away towards the last moments.
Behold the Bridegroom, He cometh. He cometh in majesty and in power. He cometh in might and in glory. He cometh victorious with a shout of all shouts. Behold, the Bridegroom comes.
