Song 6.2 |Waiting

My beloved is waiting for me.
Gone down into his garden,
Where his sons and daughters be.
To the beds of spices, 
The place of the Spirit's domain.
To feed in the gardens, 
Among the nations; he reigns.
And to gather lilies,
The souls of the blessed.

Published by David B. Smith

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

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