His garden is a fruited place.
Some others give it care.
My own is tended by myself,
but he is welcome there.
From storied heights I listen for
the cry when he’ll arrive.
Make haste, my love, the heightened place
is where I’m most alive.
Photo: by Collin Armstrong on Unsplash
Source: Song of Solomon 8:10-14
Text: David Alexander, 2021 CC BY-SA
Tune: Forest Green ,Public Domain
Audio: www.smallchurchmusic.com Used by Permission.