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Unfolding Beauty |
The Canvas yields to the Artist, "He has brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me is love. Sustain me with cakes of raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am lovesick."
You are beautiful my fair one, I have brought you to the banqueting room, to show you the enjoyment of love. Trust my embrace, trust my right hand of authority and my left hand of provision. I have gathered you up into my arms.
I am sick with love. I have not felt this way before. I have not been here in anyone's safe embrace. Teach me how to trust your love. Teach me how to be loved.
Unfolding Beauty
Captured by love,
life began to unfold...
each petal open to new heights above.
The king sings his love songs
to my heart,
sweet songs of redemption,
peace to my hassled soul.
A choice flower, He calls me,
just perfect for His need,
causing me to know who
I was intended to be.
"Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters," Song of Solomon 2:2
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