“A Love Serenade”
by S.J. Mackey and The Holy Spirit
It was the gentle strands of His kisses that awakened me in the midnight hour.
Like a shaft of sunlight, sweeping across my face, beckoning me to enjoy it’s wares. His touch, at first, was as soft as a butterfly’s wing. But, it soon became persistent, demanding a response.
“Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth. For Your Love is more delightful then wine.” This was the sound of the first kiss.
I was caught unawares, but my spirit was ready. I responded to His touch with everything in me I could muster. “Pleasing is the fragrance of Your perfumes. Your Name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens love You! Take me away with You-let us hurry! Let the King bring me into His chambers.”
I savored his Love upon me. It wrapped me as a blanket, coming from a Savior, who knew my most intimate thoughts. The praises poured forth, like a tennis match, a volley here and there.
It soon consumed my very soul as He spoke tenderly to my spirit. “I liken you, My darling, to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh. Your cheeks are beautiful, your neck with strings of jewels. We will make you earrings of gold studded with silver.”
“Yes, My Love,” I responded. “While the King was at His table, my perfume spread its fragrance. My Lover (Husband) is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts. My Lover (Husband) is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.”
I could feel what was coming next as His embrace grew tighter. “How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves,” He said.
“How handsome You are, My Lover (Husband)! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant,” I said.
And, together, in glorious unison, our love serenade, coming to completion, elevated me to another dimension of praise. “The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.”
As I enjoyed the wonder of His Love upon me and His sweet embrace, He let me settle back into my sleep. As I was drifting, I heard His Voice, like a sweet caress, distinct, yet very faint, say to me:
I AM the Rose of Sharon, The Lily of the Valley. Like a Lily among thorns, so is My darling among the maidens.
Awake, O Zion, you that sleeps! For Your Bride Groom is Coming soon…
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