Song 6.11 |Nuts

I went down, drawn by my own infirmity, 
Into the garden of nuts,
The place of restoration. 
To see the fruits of the valley, 
They grow sweetly for the bride.
And to see whether the vine flourished,
Healthy and sound, 
And the pomegranates budded,
Ready to reveal their delicious mysteries.

Published by David B. Smith

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

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