So
many times, the same great scene,
Never
fading from view.
Over
and over, never worn,
Giving
its beauty to so few.
I
throw myself, and cling upon,
The
lasting gleam of its tide.
The
strength of its light never dims
The
dressing of the bride.
Unto
none, a faded view
Of
such a priceless scene.
Unto
all a doorway clear,
By
a pathway’s lighted stream.
Come
in and don’t delay,
The
great gates are slowly closing.
Soon
to pass the chance to enter,
Be
of those few chosen.
Wall
to wall and stone to stone,
All
preparation made.
Heed
the cry and turn an ear,
See
to what’s been prayed.
Christ
the Groom has called us all,
Stands
His scene invited.
But
too soon, as He has said,
Be
His Bride, or from Him be divided.
Selah 
Faded View by Ronhales John 7:37