The bride will become more beautiful.
It is written. It is done. The bride will become more beautiful. She will set her gaze on the Son. All the chaos of the world Cannot stop His wind-like whispers, Cannot quench the fire in His eyes, Cannot dry up His voice like waters. Voice of God, come quickly. Voice of God, be released. Voice of God, tear our hearts. Voice of God, restore all things. Comments are closed.
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