I heard His footsteps before I saw His face. I felt, rather than saw His hands touch the doorknob, yet I would not let Him unlatch. I fling the door wide open, unashamed of how He would see desperation paint my every feature. I have been waiting for an eternity it would seem. His hair is wet and clothes drenched from the dew of the night. Out. Out all night. For what? He never said. My heart ached with pain because I read what was plainly written in His eyes that held my gaze and rendered me paralyzed. He stood before me as One who had endured much suffering. I only breathe, because to let Him speak was what I’ve been longing for. In the stillness and uncertainty of the night, His quiet whisper grazes my ear, our eyes never break contact,
“You have loved Me as a safe saviour, but will you love Me as a suffering servant?”
He pulls me in and my sigh is my reply.
My interpretation of Songs of Solomon 5:2-5.
Inspired by Sis Ruth Patterson’s Bible Study on The Greatest Song.
I am happy in my sufferings for you. There is much that Christ must still suffer. And I gladly accept my part of those sufferings in my body for the good of his body, the church.
Thinking of: Pomegranate, Saffron, Calamus, Cinnamon, Frankincense, Myrrh and Aloes.