He who rolls out the heavens like a tent to dwell under. He who measured stars, galaxies, mountains, valleys and human hearts in the span of His Hand.
My Love is the One Who hides atop the mountain of spices, and I chase Him near the crest of the earth. He has a smile of warmth about Him. His hands urged me to jump into His Lap as a child their Father.
My Love ravishes me with kisses as I sing praise to Him. The One on High takes a lowly handmaiden and makes love to her in the night watches.
The owl sings praises to her God for the meal He’s provided her. I listen outside my window and hear the mates call to one another.
This is how I call to my Mate, My God, My Lover. I call to Him and His sweet reply is earth shattering.
I Will Follow the Lamb 