Have you ever wondered what was so special about a person or a place that drew people? Tell somebody how wonderful your Jesus us!
The world doesn’t understand why we are drawn to Jesus. They don’t understand why we love everything about Jesus. They don’t know He is all and worth all to us. Jesus is the reason we get up in the morning and live our life day to day.
In Solomon chapter 5, the bride said she was found sleeping until she heard the voice of her beloved. The groom answered in love and patience. He called her faithful, his love, his undefiled. He told her he had been waiting for her to open the door to him. She told him he had come at a bad time. He left her a sign he had been there. She realized her mistake and sought him in distress. She was asked what was so special about him that she would be so desperately searching for him.
Jesus is the groom and the church is the bride. The church today can’t be found sleeping. But Jesus calls us His faithful, His love, His undefiled. He waits patiently for us to come to Him. Today’s church has become distracted by the world crisis and has put off serving and seeking Jesus. Jesus still extends grace and is waiting on us to respond to Him. The world tells us we are wasting our time. The world wants us to believe it can offer us more. We need to tell the world about our Jesus.
- radiant (v. 10)
- the king (v. 11)
- always the same (v. 11)
- compassionate (v. 12)
- a beautiful countenance (v. 13)
- the hands of power and authority (v. 14)
- sympathetic (v. 14)
- unbendable, unshakable, indestructible (v. 15)
- our encourager and redeemer (v. 16)
I sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is the voice of my beloved!
He knocks, saying,
“Open for me, my sister, my love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My locks with the drops of the night.”
3 I have taken off my robe;
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet;
How can I defile them?
4 My beloved put his hand
By the latch of the door,
And my heart yearned for him.
5 I arose to open for my beloved,
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my beloved,
But my beloved had turned away and was gone.
My heart leaped up when he spoke.
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen who went about the city found me.
They struck me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls
Took my veil away from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
That you tell him I am lovesick!
The Daughters of Jerusalem
9 What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
O fairest among women?
What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
That you so [f]charge us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy,
Chief among ten thousand.
11 His head is like the finest gold;
His locks are wavy,
And black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves
By the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk,
And fitly set.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices,
Banks of scented herbs.
His lips are lilies,
Dripping liquid myrrh.
14 His hands are rods of gold
Set with beryl.
His body is carved ivory
Inlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are pillars of marble
Set on bases of fine gold.
His countenance is like Lebanon,
Excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet,
Yes, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved,
And this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem!