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Rhyming Toasts for the Lord of Hosts

“Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!”

(Revelation 19:9, NIV)

I’m tempted not much to imbibe,

Although it’s not a diatribe.

The fire water makes me reel,

And I don’t like the way I feel.

For motion sickness, standing still,

Is guaranteed, if I should swill.

A pounding head will follow next,

A necessary aftertext.

And yet, sometimes, the fruit of vine

Can be delightful, as we dine.

A little sip of something light

Accompanies a tasty bite.

The sweetest wine of all the years

Was mingled with the Savior’s tears.

He poured it out in love to save,

Before He overcame the grave.

Now He awaits the great command,

A chalice in His nail-scarred hand.

His bride prepares to meet her love,

When trumpet calls from up above.

No palate ever tasted such,

As granted by the Master’s touch.

He’ll offer vintage without cease,

And we will toast the Prince of Peace.
c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson

The Damsel of the Sanct Grael, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1874)

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