As I sit in the garden,with my lover,My Lord,He tags me at my garment,bidding me to draw closer.
As I sit with my lover,my mind is fully taken by the peace that is summoned in love’s grand presence.
In love’s castle does my Lord make me dwell;on floors of marble and beds of rich wood and gold and fine linens and tapestry…yes, the most exquisite upholstery.
Love’s grace has brought me into this grandeuse of a savior fully given to maiden.I am not even worthy to unstrap his sandals and yet behold I am sat with the royal advisors.
I am esteemed with Love’s esteem,bathed in its richest fragrances like expensive oils and wild flowers and tiny jewels cascading like a shower’s waterfall upon my head, soaking my hair with twinkling beads of enchanted living water.
The enchantment of Grace has transformed savior and saved into the world’s greatest romance.Though hidden behind the eerie mist of the supernatural that slowly drifts by, t’s as real a love as any,not nearly matched by Romeo and Juliet’s or easily sank by the Titanic.
T’s a l0ve borne of whips, lashes and blood’s gushes.T’s a love plagued by the consuming jealousy of an enemy devoid of love,thrown from the utmost canopy of power in Heaven,to the lowest depths of Earth’s pits.T’s a love bathed in the enchantment of Grace; friends or foes,triumphs and sorrows,from everlasting to everlasting….t’s a love that never fails for it bears all things.
And thus in silence I am doomed to feeling love’s ache in all its totality for who can say with me they have thus also felt?T’s an ache because savior loves so deep,none for himself keeps.Now he strums the strands of my hair and with a laugh leaps to the rythm of my fast beating heart….to dance with it,caress to it !
I love you Lord,You have totally enchanted me.
