Song of Solomon 4:7-8 You are all-beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish in you. Come from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon, come!

“My beloved, how I long for my pure Bride! I wish to see my Bride pure and unstained by sin, by corruption, by greed. My Bride is my beloved. How can I see her defiled and not be moved? How can I stand by while she is sullied and tarnished? I tell you I cannot. I am coming to restore my Bride. Her beauty in the last days will far surpass any of her former glory. She is my Bride and she has suffered many indignities. I mean to erase from her memory all that has caused her pain. I mean to turn her anguish into shouts of joy! Children pray for the Kingdom of the Divine Will. Long for it as I do. A day of glory awaits!”

O my Jesus, how we long for you to come to rescue your Bride and establish your glorious Kingdom, the Kingdom of the Divine Will. May your Kingdom come, may your will be done one earth as in heaven. Maranatha! Amen!