POEMS FOR THE BRIDE
of
JESUS CHRIST
Thoughts taken from
“The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s”
Introduction
King Solomon wrote this great love Song thousands of years ago when he was king of Israel. It has been preserved as one of the Books in our Holy Bible, and may be interpreted on three levels.
The book can represent God's view of the beauty and sanctity of godly romance and marriage, but we can also see it as an allegory of God's unfailing love for Israel and Israel's love for Him, even when she can't find Him. Although Solomon wrote this Book more than two thousand years before Jesus was born, the message of Jesus' unfailing love for his people is welcome today. Solomon's book is a romantic love story between Jesus Christ, the Bridegroom, and the Bride His purified church.
The following poems are the author's attempt to portray the prophetic message God gave to Solomon to comfort His bride as she awaits her Bridegroom's arrival to take her on their heavenly honeymoon!
Preface
Although King Solomon wrote this Song of songs when he was King of Israel thousands of years ago, some scholars consider it to be the most “sacred” book in our Holy Bible! They believe it sacred because this love story portrays sex and marriage as a sacred and holy communion, but it also reveals the unfailing eternal love which God, the Bridegroom, has for Israel, His beautiful Bride!
But more than two thousand years after King Solomon wrote this Book, a baby called Jesus was born into Solomon's family tree through his father, King David! After Jesus' resurrection, the Holy Spirit fell first upon His Jewish followers, and later fell on some Gentiles also. Because both the Jews and Gentiles had all been baptized by the same Holy Spirit, they later became one spiritual body to become the first Christian church at Antioch! So just as Christian marriage unites a bride and groom making them one in Christ, the Holy Spirit unites all who have been baptized into Christ, whether Jew or Gentile, into one holy sacred body to form His holy, purified Christian church!
The fact that Jesus and Solomon had the same Jewish forefathers gives us insight into Solomon's prophetic wisdom. Without knowing it, his unselfish sexual love story represents not only the everlasting love God has for Israel, but it is also a beautiful prophetic message of His love for today's true Christian church. We are the sinful Bride for whom our Bridegroom died that we might never be separated from His presence.
This author has written a poem after each verse in Solomon's book with her thoughts on what Solomon unknowingly foretold to comfort today's Bride as she awaits her Bridegroom's arrival to take her away on their heavenly honeymoon!
CHAPTER 1
Verse 1:
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
King David’s son was Solomon, the wisest of all
men,
Son of a sinful union, whose reign had a sinful end.
But
God sees not the blight of sin, and through this king of old
He
wrote the greatest Song of songs - the love of Christ foretold!
This song, you see, is an end-time song - a song
to you and me
To demonstrate God's perfect love, a song to set us
free,
Free from guilt and condemnation if we love Jesus now;
He
died to take away our sins and make us white as snow.
A song of love which has foretold our marriage to
the Lamb;
The Lamb you see is God's own Son, according to His
plan,
All we who love Him are His Bride, a Bride He dearly
loves,
And helps us live in victory - He's praying from above.
Verse 2:
Let
him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth--
For your love is better
than wine.
I’m your lover and I come to bask in heavenly
grace,
My eyes are gazing steadfast on the glory of Your
face.
Your kiss of love reminds me that You do love me now,
Your
Word is like a holy kiss upon my furrowed brow.
Verse 3:
Because
of the fragrance of your good ointments,
Your name is ointment
poured forth;
Therefore the virgins love you.
My Lord, your Name’s like ointment poured out
upon my heart,
A perfume of your purity which joy and love
impart.
My Bridegroom royal, I bow down low, and want to thank You
for
Your mercy, grace and truth - each day I love You more!
Verse 4:
Draw
me away! We will run after you.
The king has brought me into his
chambers.
We will be glad and rejoice in you.
We
will remember your love more than wine.
Rightly do they love you.
Draw me closer, ever closer, O my Bridegroom
dear,
And as I come much closer, Your voice I clearly hear
Telling
me about Your love; a love which seems to soar
Above the din of
worldly things to help me love You more.
My Love, my Peace, my Saviour - I will rejoice in
You,
I'll praise You, thank You, love You; I know You’ll see me
through.
Your love is so much better than the very choicest
wine,
Your Bride just longs to be with You, enjoying love divine.
Verse 5:
I
am dark, but lovely,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
Like the tents
of Kedar,
Like the curtains of Solomon.
I’m really dark and sinful, but I’d like to
make it known
I've been cleansed and now I'm lovely, fit to bow
before Your throne.
I want to thank You Jesus that You died and
rose again
To make me righteous, pure and spotless, canceling my
sin.
Verse 6:
Do
not look upon me, because I am dark,
Because the sun has tanned
me.
My mother's sons were angry with me;
They made me the
keeper of the vineyards,
But my own vineyard I have not kept.
Others do not always see me as the way I look to
You,
You see beyond my sin Lord, thanks for Your heavenly
view.
Sometimes Your own believers hurt me as I serve You
Lord,
Let me always be most faithful in tending Your ‘vineyard.’
Verse 7:
Tell
me, O you whom I love,
Where you feed your flock,
Where you
make it rest at noon.
For why should I be as one who veils
herself
By the flocks of your companions?
At times I cannot find You, but from me You never
stray;
It is I, dear Shepherd, Saviour, it is I who strays
away.
Call me, keep me, feed me in your verdant pastures
green,
And protect me from deception following foes unseen.
Verse 8:
If
you do not know, O fairest among women,
Follow in the footsteps of
the flock,
And feed your little goats
Beside the shepherds'
tents.
When you are lonely and don't know where your
Shepherd is
Just follow then the footsteps of the sheep you know
are His,
And stay close beside them 'till He makes His presence
known
Then He and you together can sing before God's throne.
Verse 9:
I
have compared you, my love,
To my filly among Pharaoh's chariots.
O My dear, I’ll love you always, I will help you
not to stray
Far from My presence; hear My voice, for it's a brand
new day.
Feed My children for I love them, help them stay within
My fold,
Bring them in to see My glory, bring them all in from the
cold.
Verse 10:
Your
cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
Your neck with chains of gold.
You've been given many gifts to adorn you, child
of mine,
Precious jewels to bring My glory to the lost souls whom
you’ll find.
Speak My Word to those around you, help them look
into My face,
Tell the nations that I love them; I’m the God who
saves by grace.
Verse 11:
We
will make you ornaments of gold
With studs of silver.
I’m Creator of you, dearest, I’m three
Persons - God of three,
That’s the reason that My Word sometimes
says “I” am “We.”
Faith in Me rests in the knowledge that
one day we’ll all be one,
One in Spirit, one in purpose,
undivided in the Son.
Verse 12:
While
the king is at his table,
My spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
We, the Bride of Christ do praise Him, to His
table we are called,
Singing songs of fragrant beauty to the One
we now call “Lord.”
For He is our Redeemer, and He asks each
soul today
To be fragrant like spikenard, sweet to others as we
pray.
Verse 13:
A
bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me,
That lies all night between
my breasts.
My Lord is sweet and lovely, His glory's
everywhere,
He, my Lover, stays beside me, giving me His tender
care.
Like a weaned child I am quiet as I lie upon His
breast,
Only there can I find safety, love, and gentle peaceful
rest.
Verse 14:
My
beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms
In the vineyards of En
Gedi.
Like the vineyards of Engedi is my Lord who loves
me so,
Ever, always, ever with me, loves me everywhere I go.
When
I speak He grants me wisdom as I look upon His face,
I will
happily tell others of His mercy, truth, and grace.
Verse 15:
Behold,
you are fair, my love!
Behold, you are fair!
You have dove's
eyes.
You are gentle, sweet and lovely, like a dove your
eyes see far,
Now My dear, just listen closely while I tell you
who you are:
You are now part of My family, and that makes you
like I am,
Do not heed the other voices meant to hurt you or
condemn.
Verse 16:
Behold,
you are handsome, my beloved!
Yes, pleasant!
Also our bed is
green.
Worthy, worthy are You Lover, praise You gentle
Son of God,
Praises, honor, glory, riches – these are what I now
applaud,
I can lie with You beside me, knowing there your love for
me;
I will praise you now and always - by your mercy I’m set
free!
Verse 17:
The
beams of our houses are cedar,
And our rafters of fir.
I’m safe within your house of glory, free to
worship only You,
A tent enlarged enough to cover all my flaws
that you see through.
You and all the saints are praying that I’ll
always be quite safe
If I cling to You forever - You who saved me
by Your grace.
Verse 1:
I
am only a little rose or autumn crocus of the plain of Sharon
or a
humble lily of the valley (that grows in deep and difficult
places)
(Amplified Version Holy Bible).
I humble myself - I’m like a small flower within
the garden of God,
A lily that blooms in the valley of pain where
flowers grow in poor sod,
But out of that valley new life springs
forth by the gift of my Lover's grace
So though I am small and
don't know it all, I see only love on His face.
Verse 2
Like
a lily among thorns,
So is my love among the daughters.
I know you are small and must endure pain as
thorns always come with the rose,
But never forget you are
precious to Me, for you are the one that I chose.
Listen not to
the voices around you which say, “You are really only a
fraud”,
Just remember, My child, what I think of you: You're a
beautiful child of God!
Verse 3:
Like
an apple tree among the trees of the woods,
So is my beloved among
the sons.
I sat down in his shade with great delight,
And his
fruit was sweet to my taste.
My Love's like an apple tree yielding fruit for
all nations
His fruit of love, joy, and peace grow there in
profusion;
As I sit under His shadow, He provides mercy and
rest,
We're so happy together and through Him I am blessed.
Verse 4:
He
brought me to the banqueting house,
And his banner over me was
love.
I give thanks for the Word my Lover gives to me to
help me find peace and rest,
If I stay close beside Him, the devil
can't find me, and then He gives me His best.
He has promised to
take me to His house of glory for the greatest feast ever known
I'd
like you to meet Him, so come one and all to meet my dear beautiful
One!
Verse 5:
Sustain
me with cakes of raisins,
Refresh me with apples,
For I am
lovesick.
I love you so dearly I scarcely can eat, but the
food You prepare is all pure,
Your food is the Word which I read
every day which gives me strength to endure.
A large banner You’ve
placed right over my head – it is a banner of love -
Your love
is like raisins to nourish my soul; such love only comes from above.
Verse 6:
His
left hand is under my head,
And his right hand embraces me.
He puts His left hand under my head, His right
hand holds me tight,
Such loving care with me He shares that it
puts the devil to flight.
The gates of hell can never prevail
against that great hand of love
Which covers my heart to protect
it forever with power from heaven above.
Verse 7:
I
charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the gazelles or by the
does of the field,
Do not stir up nor awaken love
Until it
pleases.
My Bride is so precious - she finds rest in Me,
free from the trap of good works,
She knows that I want to anoint
her with love, far from where Satan lurks.
Right now she is
resting - she knows very well that I'll be back for her soon,
So
please let her rest in My arms to be blessed as her life to Mine I
attune.
Verse 8:
The
voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes
Leaping upon the
mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.
In the distance I am hearing sounds of end-time
hoof-beats clear
Bringing all His Bride together with the warning,
“Wake up dear.”
He’s been waiting, ever waiting, over
mountains soon He’ll leap,
Coming closer, ever closer, soon to
sweep us off our feet.
Verse 9:
My
beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Behold, he stands
behind our wall;
He is looking through the windows,
Gazing
through the lattice.
Behold my Shepherd, O child can’t you see Him?
He’s searching for you today,
Merciful, ready, with grace
unbounded, desiring with you to stay.
He will forgive you and
break down all walls, the walls you have built with your sin,
He
longs to come near you and come live inside you; won’t you let Him
come in?
Verse 10:
My
beloved spoke, and said to me:
"Rise up, my love, my fair
one,
And come away.
My Lover spoke to tell me He wants
me to be with Him
And leave the world behind me with its vanity
and sin.
He told me to rise quickly
and spend time with Him alone,
With
Him, the Lord of glory, and sit before His throne!
Verses 11-13:
For
lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers
appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come,
And the
voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts
forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grapes
Give
a good smell.
Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away!
I am the Lord of the waiting, yes, I am your
Saviour divine,
I've been waiting and waiting and waiting, I've
been waiting a very long time,
I've been waiting for you to come
and to spend some time with Me,
Come closer, my dear, ever
closer, then you'll know that you can be free!
Verse 14:
O
my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the
cliff,
Let me see your face,
Let me hear your voice;
For
your voice is sweet,
And your face is lovely.
My dove, My darling, My loved one - in Me, your
Rock, you do dwell;
Speak to your Rock of safety and I'll tell you
that all is well.
Speak to Me in your good times as well as in
times that are bad,
I’ve paid for your sin and your guilt, so
please don’t ever feel sad.
Verse 15:
Catch
us the foxes,
the little foxes that spoil the vines,
for our
vines have tender grapes.
Take the small foxes, the small little foxes, that
is the small little sins,
Smash them down quickly and don’t let
them fester before sin greater begins;
Little sins grow quickly
but you can’t see them until they have grown very tall,
They'll
cause you much sorrow, and by tomorrow they will have stolen your
all.
Verse 16:
My
beloved is mine, and I am his.
He feeds his flock among the
lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am His, and I want you
all to know
He’s my personal Lover, my very own, and He often
tells me so!
Tell all the world that each one can know Him in this
personal way,
Tell His story and He’ll show them His glory each
and every day.
Verse 17:
Until
the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved,
And
be like a gazelle
Or a young stag
Upon the mountains of Bether.
Even though sometimes I feel alone, You can't be
far away,
I know You'll always stay with me and that You’ll help
me pray
That I will keep my faith real strong and from truth never
stray
'Till Your light breaks through the darkness on that great
and glorious day!
Verse 1:
By
night on my bed I sought the one I love;
I sought him, but I did
not find him.
At night I dream about my Love, the Lover of my
soul
I dream that He is here with me, then joy does o'er me
roll.
Without Him I can find no peace, no solace, joy or rest;
I
am waiting for His soon return to lie upon His breast.
Verse 2:
"I
will rise now," I said,
"And go about the city;
In
the streets and in the squares
I will seek the one I love."
I
sought him, but I did not find him.
I have looked for my dear Bridegroom even in the
street,
I have searched the world all over but none like Him did
meet.
I’ve searched in ivory palaces, in nations great and
small
But cannot find Him anywhere; He goes not there at all.
Verse 3:
The
watchmen who go about the city found me;
I said,
"Have you
seen the one I love?"
I asked the watchmen if they’d seen my Lover
passing by
But they were watching their own church not knowing He
was nigh.
They did not know my Lover was so very sweet and
dear
Nor had they ever heard Him speak with voice so crystal
clear.
Verse 4:
Scarcely
had I passed by them,
When I found the one I love.
I held him
and would not let him go,
Until I had brought him to the house of
my mother,
And into the chamber of her who conceived me.
But as I passed the watchmen I said “Who is this
I see?”
Then I knew it was my Lover, and I held Him close to
me.
I would not let Him go because you see I love Him so -
I
just wanted to tell everyone, for Him they did not know.
I wanted to cling close to Him and go to mother’s
home
To introduce her to my Love for I came from her womb.
My
faith, you see, came from her home - the land of Israel.
She who
conceived me, it is she who’ll ring the wedding bell!
Verse 5:
I
charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the gazelles or by the
does of the field,
Do not stir up nor awaken love
Until it
pleases.
Do not bother to awaken my lovely sleeping
Bride,
For she needs rest, she is distressed, she’s lying by My
side.
Please calm her for you all well know that rest she must
have now
She’s been so hurt by religious folk who misunderstand
somehow.
Verse 6:
Who
is this coming out of the wilderness
Like pillars of
smoke,
Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
With all the
merchant's fragrant powders?
You’ll know the true Messiah, the One who truly
loves you,
He’s no great accolade of man, but One who looks for
you..
You’ll recognize Him by His power, His kindness and His
grace -
The qualities that a false Lover never can replace.
Verses 7 and 8:
Behold,
it is Solomon's couch,
With sixty valiant men around it,
Of the
valiant of Israel.
They all hold swords,
Being expert in
war.
Every man has his sword on his thigh
Because of fear in
the night.
Dear Bride of Christ, you are His own, you now
have access dear,
To come into His presence royal, rejoicing with
Him near.
Your resurrected Lamb of God sits on His royal
throne
Inside your heart, to win your wars and to protect His own.
Verses 9 and 10:
He
made its pillars of silver,
Its support of gold,
Its seat of
purple,
Its interior paved with love
By the daughters of
Jerusalem.
The God of Father Abraham, the true God of the
earth
Made for His Son a chariot - to bring to us new birth,
A
chariot filled with glory of the presence of the Lord
And named
Him “Holy Spirit” of the everlasting God.
His Word is made of silver, our faith is solid
gold
Refined in God’s own furnace to bring glory to the
world.
The seat of God’s own chariot is purple (red and
blue)
Christ’s righteousness and holiness is now for me and you.
We are daughters of His too, we join you late in
time
But we are here to teach the Word, and speak His love
divine.
His glory rests on Israel, Jerusalem is His throne,
He’s
coming back to our dear land which is His very own.
Verse 11:
Go
forth, O daughters of Zion,
And see King Solomon with the
crown
With which his mother crowned him
On the day of his
wedding,
The day of the gladness of his heart.
O come, O come Jerusalem, O come and don’t you
see
That Jesus Christ is your Messiah, come to set you
free?
Israel, you’re the mother of our Christ, Messiah,
Lord,
The One who planned His wedding to turn water into blood.
It will be you, O Israel, who’ll crown Him Lord
and King
And we who are the grafted saints will join with you and
sing -
We’ll sing forever to the Lamb who was for sinners
slain
And we shall all be one in Him when He comes back to reign.
Verse 1:
Behold,
you are fair, my love!
Behold, you are fair!
You have dove's
eyes behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
Going
down from Mount Gilead.
You are fair, you are lovely, look not upon your
sin,
Remember that I died for you to make you pure within;
You’re
forgiven, pure and holy, you are beautiful to Me,
I find no fault
within you, you are blessed and you are free.
Your eyes, like doves, are gentle, very kind and
filled with love,
Your hair your crowning glory, like My glory
from above.
You are My Bride, My church, I love each one of
you,
And I promise I’ll not leave you when each trial you pass
through.
Verse 2:
Your
teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep
Which have come up from the
washing,
Every one of which bears twins,
And none is barren
among them.
My Word you’ve eaten often to feed your starving
soul,
You’ve meditated on it, and it’s made you beautiful.
You
are an overcomer as you speak forth my Word –
You are an
overcomer by My Name and by My blood.
Verse 3:
Your
lips are like a strand of scarlet,
And your mouth is lovely.
Your
temples behind your veil
Are like a piece of pomegranate.
Just keep on speaking of Me, I anoint your lips
with fire
To tell the world my story; I will see you never
tire.
Just keep your lips anointed and then the world will
know
That you are Mine and I am yours - My dear, I love you so!
Keep the helmet of salvation firmly fastened on
your head,
To protect your mind from Satan’s lies; just think on
Me instead,
The world can offer nothing, dear – can’t give
eternal life,
For I alone have made the Way for you to be My Wife.
Verse 4:
Your
neck is like the tower of David,
Built for an armory,
On which
hang a thousand bucklers,
All shields of mighty men.
Your neck, My dear, is like a
tower to help you see My face,
Turn it upward, ever upward, to
learn you’re saved by grace.
Look up to the throne-room, the
throne-room of your King
Come up closer
now, My child,
I love to hear you sing.
Verse 5:
Your
two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle,
Which feed
among the lilies.
Many will be nourished as I lie between your
breasts;
The world is hungry for My Word, please tell about My
rest,
About My second coming to take you home with Me,
Your
breasts give hope and nourishment with milk to set men free.
Verse 6:
Until
the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to
the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
Come up higher to Me now, give Me ceaseless
praise
I’m waiting there each day for you to hear your voices
raise,
Your prayers are holy incense rising upward to My
throne,
As you pray, you join with Me; you are My very own.
Verse 7:
You
are all fair, my love,
And there is no spot in you.
How beautiful you are, My love, you’re beautiful
to Me,
I’ve made you fair and lovely, for all the world to
see.
My eyes are flaming fire to look inside of you
I see no
spot or blemish for I have purged you through.
Verse 8:
Come
with me from Lebanon, my spouse,
With me from Lebanon.
Look
from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir and Hermon,
From
the lions' dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.
Depart now from the mountain top, and do not be
afraid,
For I’ll watch over you, dear child, I’ll always give
you aid.
There’s time to labor, time to grow, and work in My
vineyard,
So fear no evil - I’m with you although the work is
hard.
Yes, come on down, there’s work to do, and many
souls to save,
Without Me they are perishing, their end is a cold
grave.
Come on outside your church, My love, come on out on the
street,
For there are many lost souls there I know that you will
meet.
Many in My church today just want to stay with
Me;
They only want the blessings that I give them, all for
free!
They love their money, love their fame, and ask I give them
more,
They don’t seem to understand I love them as they are.
I am your Shepherd and I tell you I will guide you
on
I will help you to be happy and you can sing a song -
A song
of celebration shall rise from you to Me,
A song of joy and
gladness, a song to set men free.
Verse 9:
You
have ravished my heart,
My sister, my spouse;
You have ravished
my heart
With one look of your eyes,
With one link of your
necklace.
Although you often don’t have time to spend down
at My feet
I yearn for you, I wait for you, for fellowship so
sweet.
It seems so strange that you do always have to find the
time
To spend with Me, the King of kings, knowing who I AM!
For I am so in love My dear, I know you are My
spouse
Preparing to come live with Me in My eternal house.
My
heart is ravished when I stop and look into your eyes
You'll be a
special jewel to Me in My new Paradise.
Verse 10:
How
fair is your love,
My sister, my spouse!
How much better than
wine is your love,
And the scent of your perfumes
Than all
spices!
I love to hear the praises of My Bride down
through the ages,
Coming up to Me and sung by all the nations of
the earth,
Like sweet perfume arising are those sacrifices to Me,
I can hear the Hallelujahs sung by all who’ve had new birth.
Verse 11:
Your
lips, O my spouse,
Drip as the honeycomb;
Honey and milk are
under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
Is like
the fragrance of Lebanon.
Because you are created in an image just like
Mine
The words you speak are sweet and filled with love
divine.
They’re words to pierce the heart like words that I
would say,
They’re words filled with My power to make all hell
go ‘way!
Verse 12:
A
garden enclosed
Is my sister, my spouse,
A spring shut up,
A
fountain sealed.
You are a garden filled with My love,
You've a
great love to heal the world,
Like a spring shut up just waiting
to flow
You’re a fountain of love that is sealed.
Verses 13-15:
Your
plants are an orchard of pomegranates
With pleasant
fruits,
Fragrant henna with spikenard,
Spikenard and
saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of
frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes,
With all the chief spices--
A
fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
And streams from
Lebanon.
There’s work to be done in the garden which I
planted
So I've chosen you to show My love to all the earth.
You
are so very precious and you have so many talents
To spread the
gospel message and help others find new birth.
Verse 16:
Awake,
O north wind,
And come, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That
its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come to his garden
And
eat its pleasant fruits.
I will blow the wind of My own Spirit out upon My
garden
The garden I’ve ordained that you, my Bride, should
till,
Though many fail and falter, I’ll be with you in My
garden,
I’ll guide you and I’ll aid you ‘till all My
harvest’s in.
Verse 1:
I
have come to my garden, my sister, my spouse;
I have gathered my
myrrh with my spice;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I
have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, O friends!
Drink, yes,
drink deeply,
O beloved ones!
All you who labor in My vineyard I will truly
bless,
You’ve been chosen for this hour, and I now you
caress.
I’ve poured My Spirit out on you to make you clean and
holy,
It’s not to keep - please pour it out upon the poor and
lowly.
My body is a vine providing grapes for the whole
earth,
The wine that they produced is My blood and second
birth
Drink, My people, drink the wine to set your spirit
free,
Drink the milk of My true Word and the blood of Calvary.
Verse 2:
I
sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is the voice of my beloved!
He
knocks, saying,
"Open for me, my sister, my love,
My dove,
my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My locks with
the drops of the night."
I hear my Lover knocking on the door outside my
heart,
He’s calling, calling, calling, and wanting to impart
His
love, His peace, and all His joy. He wants to give to me
His life,
and asks that I give mine to Him to oversee.
It’s not that He would want to change the very
things I choose,
He’s given me my own free choice of what I want
to do.
But He loves me so very much I choose to let Him in,
He
has even made the offer to take away my sin!
Verse 3:
I
have taken off my robe;
How can I put it on again?
I have
washed my feet;
How can I defile them?
But I feel tired and I don‘t want to give my all
right now
Or open up my heart to Him even though I love Him so.
I
just want to run my life and do just what I want,
I don’t want
to change my ways, and work for Him I can’t!
Verse 4:
My
beloved put his hand
By the latch of the door,
And my heart
yearned for him.
Then my Lover put his finger in the keyhole of my
heart
And suddenly my heart was changed, and love began to
start.
I realized His love for me was deep and very real,
I
decided then to let Him in as He my heart did steal.
Verse 5:
I
arose to open for my beloved,
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
My
fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.
When I opened up my heart, He took me for His
own,
Love of self departed and my heart became His throne.
Since
that day I love His ways and now I am undone -
He is mine and I am
His - the victory has been won!
Verse 6:
I
opened for my beloved,
But my beloved had turned away and was
gone.
My heart leaped up when he spoke.
I sought him, but I
could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
But as I thought that all was well, He did not
answer me,
I prayed and prayed, but heard no Word as I bent down
my knee.
I had not come when He first called, and He had gone
away,
When He was there to tell me what I need do on that day.
Verse 7:
The
watchmen who went about the city found me.
They struck me, they
wounded me;
The keepers of the walls
Took my veil away from me.
The keepers of the city wells, the famed religious
crowd
Took advantage of my weakness and spoke out very loud.
My
tardiness in answering Him had caused God’s walls to fall,
And
left me unprotected from harsh words and protocol.
Verse 8:
I
charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
That
you tell him I am lovesick!
I feel sad, so very sad, O Jewish friends of
mine,
I only want to weep and cry, and for myself to pine.
I
miss my Lover very much, so please do help me find Him,
For He is
mine, and I am His, our love is very binding!
Verse 9:
What
is your beloved
More than another beloved,
O fairest among
women?
What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
That
you so charge us?
We await for our Messiah, we don’t really
know
Who this Jesus Christ is - the One to whom you bow?
So how
can we find him, dear, for we can’t tell the difference -
We
await Messiah, but to Christ you show your preference?
Verse 10:
My
beloved is white and ruddy,
Chief among ten thousand.
My Lover is the Chief of love, the fairest of ten
thousand,
He’s pure and holy, without fault, and not subject to
falling.
The world knows not His beauty or holiness sublime,
For
He is your Messiah too, the Christ who’s also mine!
Verse 11:
His
head is like the finest gold;
His locks are wavy,
And black as
a raven.
My Lover’s head is like pure gold, His holiness
defined,
His hair is black and won’t turn gray, for He lives for
all time.
They didn’t know that when the crown they placed upon
His head
That crown would crown Him King and Lord of everyone
instead.
Verse 12:
His
eyes are like doves
By the rivers of waters,
Washed with
milk,
And fitly set.
My Lover's eyes are gentle like the eyes of a
young dove
Revealing His true nature – a nature filled with
love.
The source of peace and joy, so gentle and so mild,
He is
my Living Water, so pure and undefiled.
Verse 13:
His
cheeks are like a bed of spices,
Banks of scented herbs.
His
lips are lilies,
Dripping liquid myrrh.
The face of my dear Lover is now filled with
glorious light
It is now a bed of spices, not like it was that
night
When open-wounded bleeding shed blood for you and me.
Now
all I see is His holy face of glorified liberty.
Verse 14:
His
hands are rods of gold
Set with beryl.
His body is carved
ivory
Inlaid with sapphires.
The Spirit of my risen Lord’s now present
everywhere,
Like ivory overlaid with jewels - there’s none that
can compare.
His pierced hands have shown me that humbly I must
live -
His golden hands of glory hold me in His resurrection love.
Verse 15:
His
legs are pillars of marble
Set on bases of fine gold.
His
countenance is like Lebanon,
Excellent as the cedars.
My Lover’s legs are strong enough to crush all
worldly power
Which will rise up to try to stop His kingdom in
this hour.
I keep my eyes now firmly fixed on His most gracious
face,
Remembering each and every day He saved me by His grace.
Verse 16:
His
mouth is most sweet,
Yes, he is altogether lovely.
This is my
beloved,
And this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem!
My Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, is my chief
Love, you see,
If you get to know Him better, I’m sure you’ll
all agree
He speaks sweet words of Spirit’s fire announcing to
the earth
That He loves you Jerusalem, and will give to you new
birth.
Verse 1:
Where
has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Where has your
beloved turned aside,
That we may seek him with you?
Where has your beloved gone? We want to look with
you
We would like to help you find Him that He be our Lover
too!
Your Jesus Christ, anointed One - you say He'll soon
return?
And He is our Messiah too? Well for this we Jews do yearn.
Verse 2:
My
beloved has gone to his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed
his flock in the gardens,
And to gather lilies.
My Lover, Jesus Christ and Lord, is on a
world-wide mission
To feed the flocks of those who do not know His
risen condition.
His gardens are the mission fields, His lilies
precious souls,
Who need to hear the message which was long ago
foretold.
Verse 3:
I
am my beloved's,
And my beloved is mine.n
He feeds his flock
among the lilies.
Because I am the Bride of Christ I'm called to
help Him feed
The multitude of countless souls to whom He will me
lead.
I feed real bread, but the Word of God is food they need to
eat,
I'll not neglect my duty then – I'll help Him feed His
sheep.
Verse 4:
O
my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
Lovely as
Jerusalem,
Awesome as an army with banners!
My Bride, my Bride, you’re beautiful,
You’re
gentle as a dove.
The power and might I’ve given you
Conquers
all with love.
Verse 5:
Turn
your eyes away from me,
For they have overcome me.
Your hair is
like a flock of goats
Going down from Gilead.
You have overcome Me with your gaze which speaks
of love
Now you know that I do love you, a love that’s from
above.
Your hair which is so beautiful is to me your crowing
glory.
My love for you will never fail; that is My age-long story.
Verse 6:
Your
teeth are like a flock of sheep
Which have come up from the
washing;
Every one bears twins,
And none is barren among them.
It’s up to you to speak for Me with mouth that’s
pure and clean,
For when you do, My Word goes forth with nothing
said that’s mean.
For what you say each day, My dear, like a
ripple in a sea,
It travels far beyond itself and touches even Me!
I love you, dear, you speak good words, you chew
them over well,
They always bless and never curse, not saying
farewell
To My dear folks who’ve been abused, who are harassed
and shaken,
You speak in love, and only love, which shows the care
you've taken.
Verse 7:
Like
a piece of pomegranate
Are your temples behind your veil.
Your helmet of salvation’s fastened tightly on
your head,
Protecting you from every word the devil's ever
said.
The lovely thoughts you keep inside are sweet like
pomegranate,
Veiled in a love compartment far away from thoughts
of hate.
Verse 8:
There
are sixty queens
And eighty concubines,
And virgins without
number.
I have many, many chosen, destined for the wedding
feast,
Until I come, they’re being dressed, prepared from great
to least -
Some are queens already, quite prepared for that great
day
But some virgins are attached to earth and ponder My delay.
Concubines are many, some who do not know Me
yet,
They THINK they know me but they don't, their minds already
set,
They are the reason that I wait, and wait, and still do
wait
For them to come into My house. That's why I'm running late!
Verse 9:
My
dove, my perfect one,
Is the only one,
The only one of her
mother,
The favorite of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw
her
And called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines,
And
they praised her.
You’re My dove, My perfect one, My holy,
blameless Bride
Your mother came from Israel, from My broken,
wounded side.
Queens, virgins, and some concubines will join to
worship Me
When they see I'm Christ/Messiah come to set the whole
world free!
Verse 10:
Who
is she who looks forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
Clear
as the sun,
Awesome as an army with banners?
We don't understand your faith which sounds like
our faith too,
If what you tell us is correct, then we'll follow
Christ with you.
Could He be the coming King whom our prophets
have foretold?
If He is, then what they wrote is to us a gift of
gold!
We see your Christ lives in you, so we know it
must be true,
His glory's shining from your face, and you He does
renew.
We can be an army joined together, marching under flags of
love
Sweeping over all the world, our Head the heavenly Dove.
Verse 11:
I
went down to the garden of nuts
To see the verdure of the
valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
And the pomegranates
had bloomed.
We have watched you often as the years have come
and gone,
Wondering what the future holds for the Bride of God’s
own Son.
A good tree always bears good fruit, gifts to nourish
others,
Your fruit is how we know that we must be your mother!
Verse 12:
Before
I was even aware,
My soul had made me
As the chariots of my
noble people.
We did not know that Christendom came from Jewish
roots
Now that we know, we will gladly share the message of this
truth,
For we are God's own chariots to speak to every
nation
About the soon return of Christ to build His glorious
kingdom!
Verse 13:
Return,
return, O Shulamite;
Return, return, that we may look upon
you!
What would you see in the Shulamite--
As it were, the
dance of the two camps?
Come forth in glory, come forth in power,
We
now known you’re chosen for this hour.
We want to join hands and
dance with you
Now that we see you're Messiah's Bride too.
Verse 1:
How
beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O prince's daughter!
The
curves of your thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a
skillful workman.
How beautiful are your feet which
take the gospel ‘round the globe
Shod
with peace to tell, with love, the greatest story ever told.
Your
body is a temple pure to house the triune Godhead,
For
we now see your doctrine's true, and by God’s Spirit led.
Verse 2:
Your
navel is a rounded goblet;
It lacks no blended beverage.
Your
waist is a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
You're securely fused to Jesus Christ - you are
very blessed -
He gives you strength to feed the poor, to
strengthen the oppressed.
His Word is pure, like lilies white, to
keep your mind untouched
By thought or deed which would disturb
and cause you much unrest.
Verse 3:
Your
two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle.
Your breasts are symbols of the Word with milk of
love to feed
A hungry world, a starving world - they are so much
in need.
We too would like to learn God's Word that we may help
you to
Spread this news around the world, we now know it is true!
Verse 4:
Your
neck is like an ivory tower,
Your eyes like the pools in
Heshbon
By the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower
of Lebanon
Which looks toward Damascus.
Your neck is like a strong high tower broadcasting
through the air,
You often weep for others as you intercede in
prayer.
You discern the work of evil and can smell the devil's
schemes,
O Bride of Christ, we love you dear, more each day it
seems.
Verse 5:
Your
head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
And the hair of your head is
like purple;
A king is held captive by your tresses.
Your head is filled with prophecy - stir up that
gift my dear!
Just as Elijah tested Baal to prove his God was
near.
Your hair as purple speaks of Christ’s blood shed for you
and me,
He’s now a King who looks at you and sees a queen’s
beauty.
Verse 6:
How
fair and how pleasant you are,
O love, with your delights!
O Bride, most dear, I cannot say how much you mean
to Me,
You are so pleasant and so fair - I want the world to see
My pride in you. My righteousness has now become your right.
My
lover dear, when you are near, you give Me sweet delight.
Verse 7:
This
stature of yours is like a palm tree,
And your breasts like its
clusters.
Like tall palm trees you stand above the darkness
all around,
In you, my dear, no evil power I see there to be
found.
Your breasts pour forth the wine of love to all the weak
and bruised
The wine's My blood, My power in you, to rescue the
abused.
Verse 8:
I
said, "I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its
branches."
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the
vine,
The fragrance of your breath like apples,
Because you’re like a tall palm tree, you give
shade to others
When My own words you speak, you're blessing
many brothers,
Your breasts supply the milk of power, a power
that's only Mine
To break the chains of darkness and discern what
is divine.
Verse 9:
And
the roof of your mouth like the best wine.
The wine goes down
smoothly for my beloved,
Moving gently the lips of sleepers.
The Word You speak is from above,
and always very wise,
It heals all wounds and teaches me I need no
longer strive
To do what’s right. You’ve paid it all, my sin
and guilt You’ve taken
Upon Your
cross, so now I'm free - my past gone and forsaken!
Verse 10:
I
am my beloved's,
And his desire is toward me.
I’m preparing to be beautiful, I'm cleaning up
my mind,
I'm so happy that You love me, and pray You'll always
find
My love to bless and honor You - my loyal, kindly King
For
I will be a Queen one day, and with You I will reign!
Verse 11:
Come,
my beloved,
Let us go forth to the field;
Let us lodge in the
villages
But now I’m here to harvest souls, to serve You
night and day
Just send me where You want me, Lord, and there
I’ll gladly stay.
If you go with me, I will go through fire,
o’er land and sea
I’ll preach and teach and do Your will to
set the people free.
Verse 12:
Let
us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us see if the vine has
budded,
Whether the grape blossoms are open,
And the
pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
So let’s make haste, the time is late, the signs
are everywhere
That You will soon return to take Your Bride up in
the air
To be with You, to become like You, and not as other
men;
We know not when, but You have said You’re coming back
again.
Verse 13:
The
mandrakes give off a fragrance,
And at our gates are pleasant
fruits,
All manner, new and old,
Which I have laid up for you,
my beloved
My calling’s like a
vineyard, sweet-smelling to the lost,
To those who sense
Your power and love and know what it has cost.
Anything I do for
you, my Lord and Lover true,
Is only done for Your dear sake - the
glory’s all to You!
Verse 1:
Oh,
that you were like my brother,
Who nursed at my mother's
breasts!
If I should find you outside,
I would kiss you;
I
would not be despised.
Because You’re now a Spirit, Lord, You seem so
far away,
I sometimes wish You still lived here as You did one
distant day,
Then I could touch your human hands and know that You
are here,
But now You are My risen Lord, Your Spirit’s
everywhere!
Verse 2:
I
would lead you and bring you
Into the house of my mother,
She
who used to instruct me.
I would cause you to drink of spiced
wine,
Of the juice of my pomegranate.
Lord Jesus, let us take a look into the land which
birthed me
Whose prophets had told Your plan of glorious
liberty;
All they wrote about You has come to pass as
written,
Little wonder that Your Bride today is so love-smitten!
Verse 3:
His
left hand is under my head,
And his right hand embraces me.
The Bible says He is above, before
and under me
Behind, beside, and all
around – His glory I can see!
If I forget You love me, I stop
and say a prayer,
And very quickly I’m
assured that You are really there.
Verse 4:
I
charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
Do not stir up nor awaken
love
Until it pleases.
Because these are the end-times, My Bride needs
extra comfort,
I know you wish to help her, but only I can do
that.
I’m asking you to pray for her and leave the rest to
Me
For only I am able to comfort her you see.
Verse 5:
Who
is this coming up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her beloved?
I
awakened you under the apple tree.
There your mother brought you
forth;
There she who bore you brought you forth.
Out of the wilderness I see a people all shining,
pure, and white
They come with their Lover, leaning on Him, into
His glorious Light,
From every nation, from lowest to highest, all
with the banner of love -
Love for their Bridegroom, love for
each other, love which comes from above.
Verse 6:
Set
me as a seal upon your heart,
As a seal upon your arm;
For love
is as strong as death,
Jealousy as cruel as the grave;
Its
flames are flames of fire,
A most vehement flame.
O Lord, my Savior, my Christ and my God, please
seal me to Your heart ,
A seal on Your arm, a seal on Your hand,
then I'll know we'll never part.,
Cut me free from the world's
self-love and pride, free from its fame and its glory;
I am your
Bride, keep me faithful and true, free to tell others our story!
Verse 7:
Many
waters cannot quench love,
Nor can the floods drown it.
If a
man would give for love
All the wealth of his house,
It would
be utterly despised.
Your love, O Christ, is greater than the human
mind can know,
The love of man is changing and can often come and
go.
But the love which comes from heaven is not like human love
-
Your love has mercy, grace, and peace, it's gentle as a dove.
Verse 8:
We
have a little sister,
And she has no breasts.
What shall we do
for our sister
In the day when she is spoken for?
Many are the virgins who are destined for the
throne
To whom God’s angels minister, but are not yet fully
grown
They have no godly wisdom to guide and help the weak,
For
they themselves must yet mature, the Holy Spirit seek.
Verse 9:
If
she is a wall,
We will build upon her
A battlement of
silver;
And if she is a door,
We will enclose her
With
boards of cedar.
My sister is weak, like so many others within the
body of Christ,
Cherish her, love her, and help her along 'till
she’s ready to be Jesus' Wife.
Many churches are lifeless,
drowning in sin, but especially lacking in love,
So please teach
God’s Word and help them to find the Way to heaven above.
Verse 10:
I
am a wall,
And my breasts like towers;
Then I became in his
eyes
As one who found peace
The one thing I need is to have a strong will to
keep pride and the devil away,
I submit to my God, I resist evil
powers, and in this state I must stay.
My breasts are like
fountains that pour out good food to feed all those whom I meet;
The
food is my Lover’s love for the sinner, a weapon no one can defeat!
Verse 11:
Solomon
had a vineyard at Baal Hamon;
He leased the vineyard to
keepers;
Everyone was to bring for its fruit
A thousand silver
coins.
My Lover has a vineyard, a place of restoration, a
place where there is rest,
Good gifts of the Spirit grow there in
profusion; and many there are blessed.
We bring to Him one-tenth
of our substance, a thank-offering cheerily given,
Then from His
vineyard He meets all our needs, and all the blessings of heaven.
Verse 12:
My
own vineyard is before me.
You, O Solomon, may have a
thousand,
And those who tend its fruit two hundred.
My Lover gave to me, His Bride, a large vineyard
to tend
It's not my own but He promised that this to me he'd
lend;
To tell the nations of His love, my weaker sisters
learning
Love is the key to knowing Him, not by my good deeds
earning.
Verse 13:
You
who dwell in the gardens,
The companions listen for your
voice--
Let me hear it!
I’ve made you all one body, I’ve made you all
one Spirit,
Rejoice and praise Me now in one accord.
I love to
hear your praise as one voice to Me you raise –
When you all
unite as one and call me “Lord.”
Verse 14:
Make
haste, my beloved,
And be like a gazelle
Or a young stag
On
the mountains of spices.
A clarion call resounds throughout the nations of
this earth
To bring us all together - those who’ve had new
birth;
The call is coming to us from around His throne of
grace,
Yet many will refuse to come to His great wedding feast.
But all are welcome to take part, from the
greatest to the least
Everyone will join with us from west unto
the east
As we sing praises to Him, other faiths don’t
understand
How the Bride can be so happy with such troubles in the
land.
We are happy since He's given us a peace within
our heart,
Our Lover gives us comfort as the nations fall
apart,
His righteousness He gave to us – it is our royal
dress,
A robe of His own glory covering sin and nakedness.
Rewards are great for all who choose to be His
lover true
He wants to say, “Come one, come all, I welcome all
of you.”
It was for sinners that He sent His one and only Son
We
hear the Spirit and the Bride say, “Come Lord Jesus, come.”
© Doreen Palmer 2005, 2008