HIS LOVE FOR HIS OWN

I love to read poetry that tells the love of others.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Robert Browning
Emily Dickinson etc.

But these poets that speak of the love they feel for others can not stand up to the love God has for His bride. His love is a love like no other. It is pure, it is an everlasting Love. He loved us from the beginning andit is everlasting
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It is a love that He laid down His life for own, His children,His sheep, His elect! Here is an example of His love for us. In His word is the most beautifulest and pure love you will ever read.

Song of Solomon
4:7
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
4:8
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
4:9
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
4:10
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
4:11
Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
4:12
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
4:13
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
4:14
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
4:15
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
4:16
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

:1
I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
5:2
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
5:3
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
5:4
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5:5
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
5:6
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
5:7
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
5:8
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
5:9
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
5:10
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
5:11
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
5:12
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
5:13
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
5:14
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
5:15
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
5:16
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

6:1
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
6:2
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies