"My beloved spoke, and said to me: “Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away."
Song of Solomon 2:10
I love to dance. I love to dance with all my might before my Creator but yet when I do, it is graceful and effortless as a song or melodious expression of love pouring forth like oil...most the time! Smiling big there because depending on how long or if I begin to "do it up" before Father God with my own fancy buck dance steps high steppin'! Usually the high stepping becomes a tangled mess as I laugh before Him in joy knowing He gets tickled too knowing my past, present and future, and knowing I can dork out. Knowing the very fibers of my being and that I know in myself, OF myself I can do nothing apart from Him and He reminds me in those tangled up moments.
Last night I danced with my Beloved until my head lay down to rest. Wrapped in the arms of a Savior, sweet sleep came. This morning I sat before Father to hear His heart in Scripture. The breeze is blowing this morning like a gentle breath of Father, refreshing myself and the land. The pages of my Bible fluttering in that breath to the Song of Solomon. That incredible book of passion and unrestrained love in purity. The expression of our Beloved's love for us. A love song I pray my lifesong is as beautiful or even more so.
My heart has ached concerning the Church. It has for awhile now yet so deeply I have not had words to even pray. I know Father knows those deep groanings that words cannot encompass or express. Reading the Song of Solomon I was delighting in Father speaking to my heart at first. Giving reminders yet my Beloved wooing me and refreshing those fires of passion for Him in purity as His love for me even more so.
I got to Solomon 5:2-8
"I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love."
And weep typing as this has been the Church, this has been too many that have become so wrapped up in business, too consumed with comfort and convenience, consumed with themselves or keeping up with the Jones whether in material things or spiritual pride.
In that business, in that trying to buckdance and high step they missed their visitation. They are missing the One they herald praises to and are busy in their works in the guise of. I say in the guise of Christ because every work it says in Ecclesiasties 12:9 will be brought into judgement before Father God whether good or bad..every secret thing . I believe alot of "works" done in the name of Christ are many times for one's own personal glory or appeasement..I pray Father God, burn with fire any of that out of me and let all be done to glorify YOU.
To the point..Christ has been knocking to take the Church in a time of such darkness and travail, into His chambers to speak His heart of love. To woo and reveal His pure passionate love to strengthen and forge a bond of communion that is unshakable. Wait, did you hear that?
A knock on the door of your heart by the King of Kings as He is such a perfect and pure gentleman He will not force His way. He beautifully knocks seeking just one glimpse of your eyes that you ravish His heart.
I am lovesick for my King and have such a deep desire for all to know this Love, this passionate fire that burns within me for my Beloved because it is His passionate love that burns within me as well, His passionate love for me.
"I am my Beloved's and He is mine..."
Song of Solomon 6:3