Song 1.13 |Myrrh

A bundle of myrrh, strong aroma of death.
Is my well-beloved appointed to die?
Unto me his life was given,
He shall quicken my dead, myrrh soaked soul.
Lie all night, O my soul, and think of him.
Betwixt my breasts, my heart beats of his life.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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