I am my beloved’s, He bought me with a price. And my beloved is mine, He gave himself to me freely. He feedeth among the lilies, I go to him there.
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.
How do you read God’s word?
Whither is thy beloved gone? Can you feel the absence? O thou fairest among women, The beauty, the grace, When away, creates a longing. Whither is thy beloved turned aside? Is he in his garden again? That we may seek him with thee. Let us go unto him, In the fullness of faith.