Oh, my love! My hope and my joy.
My soul longs to feel the warmth of Your embrace.
Where has my Lord been?
I searched for You in the temples, but they did not know who You were.
I ran to the house of the prophets, I knocked on their doors till my knuckles were red with blood.
They answered with rushed anger.
Terrified of their posture I bowed low.
"Have you seen my love? My hope and my joy?"
"He wants nothing to do with a whore like you!" They replied.
They tried to drag me before their priests, seeking my chastisement.
I escaped.
I escaped to the forests of lebanon.
Afraid of the darkness and the cold chill, which lingered in the air, I pressed forward.
The forest came alive, the trees circled around me and would not allow my passage through.
"Have you seen my love? My hope and my joy?"
They crept closer and closer to my body, their circle grew tight and suffocated my air.
Death arrived, it's sting I could feel inside.
Darkness was near, light vanished.
I cried for my love, for my hope and my joy.......
....A LIGHT SHINES! A blinding light broke through the trees! A man, brilliant in radiance gathered me into his arms, he smote the darkness and rushed me to safety.
The light turned to approach the darkness again,
"Where are you going?"
"There are more, like you. I must save them from darkness."
"have you seen my love? my hope and my joy?"
"He is near. Press forward and you'll find your love, your hope and your joy."
I turned to press forward.
A mountain lay in front. It's peak lay high above the clouds.
Surrounded by dark forest's below, I climbed high.
As I climbed I felt a cool, refreshing mist, it tasted of love and smelled sweet like peace.
I could see a light shining from above.
I approached the mountain peak and saw Him!
"Oh, My Love! My hope and my Joy!"
He sat at the peak, caring for His flock.
I cried, "I searched for you and could not find you."
"I've been waiting for you to come higher." He said.
"Oh, My Love! My hope and my joy!
I will never leave you. forgive my transgressions for I am the lowest among your flock.
The prophets sought to destroy me, the darkness closed in around me.
When I knocked, no one answered. When I asked where you were I was treated as a whore."
"Come, my beautiful bride, My lovely. Sit with me on high. For you are mine and I am yours. You are my princess, the apple of my eye. Nothing could ever keep me from loving you. You belong here, in the presence of my love."
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