For a while, something was wrong, something just not right.
And the more I tried to ignore it, the worse it got.
I would spend time with Him and yet afterwards it would never feel like enough – the hours would feel like mere seconds and every passing minute without Him felt like an eternity bygone.
I was lovesick and my only antidote was to have all of Him and be with Him.
Of Ephraim. A Psalm.
My heart is heavy and pines for Him.
The iris of my heart tosses and tumbles out of focus
When I am away from the Lover and maker of my heart.
For with His tender touch and His hand of grace,
He quickly chips and chisels away at the infirmities of life that have collected on my heart like dust on this narrow road.
O how my heart skips a beat at the thought of the Lover.
O how He quenches my every thirst when I open up the curtains of my heart to His knocking.
O how my answer to His knocking is my emptying before His feet.
Taste and see how sweet the air of His robes of righteousness are
And how soft the garments of His bearings are to my cheeks
O how lovely His whisper is to my ear
And O how capturing His gaze into my gaze of Him is.
I have left all the burdens of my shoulders before Him
And He has swatted away and reduced them all to peace.
So all that remains is
His love that first loved me
And now my love for Him who loved me first.
I was and am lovesick.
“Sustain me with cakes of raisins,
Refresh me with apples,
For I am lovesick.”
Song of Solomon 2:5
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