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In The Quietest of The Day

The document describes a spiritual experience where God calls the author to read the Song of Solomon for the first time. It discusses themes of intimacy with God as a lover and the longing to be close to Him. The author reflects on why they had avoided this book and regrets not seeking out God's love more fully in the past.

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In The Quietest of The Day

The document describes a spiritual experience where God calls the author to read the Song of Solomon for the first time. It discusses themes of intimacy with God as a lover and the longing to be close to Him. The author reflects on why they had avoided this book and regrets not seeking out God's love more fully in the past.

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In the quietest of the day…

in the stillness of the night He calls to me, not as in past to


pray and comfort those who need comfort and prayers. This morning
in the silent part of the day, when all is calm, my heart is at
peace, my mind is at rest. He calls and yet  I just laid there
listening, waiting to hear what my God has to say. 

"My dearest friend and Lover of My Soul, all is well. Come and
read of My love, come and read Song of Solomon, a book up to this
day you have never read. You purposely walked away from Me."

 How can I be in love with Him, and yet not know who my Lover is?
Thank God there are only 8 chapters, for truly this will be a
very long conversation between us. 

How handsome you are, my beloved! 


   Oh, how charming! 
   And our bed is a grassy field

All night long on my bed 


   I looked for the one my heart loves; 
   I looked for him but did not find him.....

...This is my beloved, this is my friend, ...

 May the wine go straight to my beloved, 


   flowing gently over lips and teeth.
 I belong to my beloved, 
   and his desire is for me. 
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, 
   let us spend the night in the villages.
\ Let us go early to the vineyards 
   to see if the vines have budded, 
if their blossoms have opened, 
   and if the pomegranates are in bloom— 
   there I will give you my love. 

Why for so long have I ran from Him, this perfect love letter to
us, His lovers of His Soul? Sincerely I have thought I have come
to a place of true intimacy of my God It is more than laying in
bed, having His arms wrapped around me, to comfort and protect.
It is to be yearning for more of His touch, for His coming. 

There is too much symbolism and visuals to get my mind around,


but the phrase that repeats in my mind" lover, lover, lover,
where are you? Where is the Lover of my Soul?  to know His kisses
on my mouth, to know that His love is more delightful than wine.

How can He forgive me, if I truly have not sought Him out?

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