Meeting Places

I am longing to meet with You my Lord,

And getting anxious in the waiting.

Where are You?

Come back to me, my Lord.

Do not leave me here longing for You.

BeLoved, the Son of I Am is waiting here, and here,

And here

For you.

Meet me in the garden...

Where my, Lord?

Where in the garden?

In our usual place under the apple tree,

Next to the fountain.

I will wait there for you.

Pour your fresh wine upon me,

And I will feed you apples and raisins.

I will impart my joy to you as I promised.

For I endured my cross 

For the joy set before me!

I will meet You there, my Lord, 

The Lover of my soul.

I will pour my pink wine on Your wounds.

I am captivated by the scars on Your arms--

For that, I am set as a seal upon You...
My sins upon Your body,
My Lord, the Lover and healer of my soul.
Forgive me,
I will pour myself out upon You
Like a fine wine.
I do not deserve Your apples and raisins,
Yet my heart longs to
Be with You--

My soul yearns for the strength
Your LOVE gives me,
And beauty, such beauty
To BeHold You...
BeHeld in Your strong arms!

I never left You,
You turned away.
I will never leave You.
I await for your return to our meeting place.

I will meet You there, my Lord...