her dear Bridegroom's face

How often it is that I look to what is right in front of me or just a few months down the road. I struggle to keep the whole Kingdom perspective in proper view. I want it to become a habit for me to see the immediate but also the distant. I want to interpret my immediate by the distant [the hope of glory]. I don't want to be like the bride who walks down the aisle enraptured by her own dress that she forgets to fix her eyes on her dear bridegroom. Now, I don't know what it's like to walk down the aisle but I feel like you wouldn't even think to look at your dress due to the overwhelming emotions of walking toward the man you have waited for. But how often do I look at what the Lord gives and not my Love Himself? The last stanza of this poem talks of that. I saw this poem on another blog and loooooove it. Enjoy :)

The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I've sighed for -
The fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark had been the midnight
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel's land.

The king there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen:
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel's land

O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I've tasted
More deep I'll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel's land.

O I am my Beloved's
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His house of wine
I stand upon His merit -
I know no other stand,
Not e'en where glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel's land.

The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on my King of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel's land.