The voice of my Beloved!
Through all my heart it thrills,
He leaps upon the mountains,
And skips upon the hills

For like a roe or young hart,
So swift and strong is he,
he looks through my window,
And beckons unto me.

“Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away with me,
Gone are the snows of winter,
The rains no more we see.

“The flowers are appearing,
The little birds all sing,
The turtle dove is calling,
Through all the land ’tis spring.
“The shoots are on the grapevines,
The figs are on the tree,
Arise, my love, my fair one,
And come away with me.

“Why is my dove still hiding?
When all things else rejoice,
Oh, let me see you, fair one,
Oh, let me hear your voice.”
~ Songs of Soloman made into poetry,

taken from “Hinds Feet on High Places”
by Hannah Hurnard

I randomly came across these versus tonight. Is there really anything I can say to add to the power and beauty of these words? No, not really so I’m not even going to try.
Note: Whoever said the bible is dry never read Songs of Soloman.

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3 Responses to Rapture

  1. jana says:

    Amen Sister—That is beautiful!

  2. Neo says:

    Rose – Yeah it’s pretty racy!(Believe it or not I have actually read it)

  3. Anonymous says:

    beautiful!p.s. thanks for stopping by my site! i like your blog :)-Heidi heeds.blogspot.com

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