Man of Sorrow

Man of Sorrow

Song of Solomon 5:2 "I sleep, but my heart is awake; It is the voice of my beloved. He knocks, saying, 'open for me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.'"

How can I open to you, I have taken off my robe; how can I put in on again? Do you know what you are asking? I have washed my feet, how can I defile them?

The Master Painter responds, "You do not know what I am asking? I am going to the cross for you, I am asking you to come with me. Unless you have the mark of the cross on you, you will not know resurrected life or the power of it. I am asking to lay my head upon your bosom. Let me know you understand what I must do. I am tired and weary. I need you to understand."

You are scaring me. I don't want to know you as the suffering one, I want to know you as King. I have washed myself, I have done all the things I need to do. Come back when I am ready.

My foolish sister, it is my love that has washed you, and prepared you for the throne. Open to me, I stand at your door. My hands are filled with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, this sorrow is for you. 

My heart responded, but it was too late. I reached for the opening in the door, and I felt his pain on my finger tips, when I opened to Him, He was gone.