Sunday, December 04, 2005

Hear the voice of the Beloved

Dance With Me…

This Sunday during worship, I could hear the voice of the Beloved beckoning.  “Dance with Me.  Let Me hold you close.  I love you.”  It’s as if I can hear Him say, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away."  Come away with me. (Song of Solomon 2:10)

I hear the voice of my Beloved and I  respond, “My love, Let me see your face, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”  (Song of Solomon 2:14)

“I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley.”  (Song of Solomon 2:1)
Jesus calls Himself the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley.  In Him we find sweetness and beauty.  As a rose of the field, He is accessible to all.   As a Lily, we see Him in His purity and in the beauty of holiness.  As a lily of the valley, we see His humility—that He made Himself of no reputation.

“Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.” (Song of Solomon 2:2)
As the beloved of Christ, our beauty is found in being conformed to His image.  Though we may be surrounded by thorns, still His beauty can be seen in us.  When flowers are pressed, they give off a beautiful fragrance.  We are pressed, but not crushed… When we are hard pressed, we have an opportunity to exude the sweet fragrance of Christ.

“He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.” (Song of Solomon 2:4)
Christ has prepared a feast of love for us.  He has invited us to come and dine with him--to enjoy this extravagant love.  His love compels us to come near.  He longs to be intimate with us—to share with us His innermost thoughts.  

“For I am lovesick.” (Song of Solomon 2:5b)  This is an expression of passionate love—a yearning for the Beloved.  This should be the cry of the Bride of Christ.  Our hearts should yearn for His presence.  In the Psalms, David says, “One thing have I desired…that will I seek after—that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord…” My heart will echo this cry.  

“My Beloved is mine and I am His.” The Beloved has captured my heart.  He has conquered me with His love.

The Beloved is beckoning….

Hear the voice of the Beloved.  “Come away with Me.”  He is calling, waiting expectantly, yearning….


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