O. Addison Gethers
e-mail address [email protected] [email protected] twitter URL http//:twitter.com/OAddisonGethers Messenger contact window live/msn messenger: [email protected] aim: durangoadd64 skype: cowboys62 yahoo messenger: OADDISONGETHERS rs ----- Original Message ----- From: "Donnie Parrett" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, July 18, 2009 9:07 PM Subject: Daily Bible Reading For Sunday July 19 > Song of Solomon 5-8 (The Message) > > Song of Solomon 5 > The Man > 1 I went to my garden, dear friend, best lover! breathed the sweet > fragrance. > I ate the fruit and honey, > I drank the nectar and wine. > Celebrate with me, friends! > Raise your glasses-"To life! To love!" > > The Woman > 2 I was sound asleep, but in my dreams I was wide awake. > Oh, listen! It's the sound of my lover knocking, calling! > The Man > "Let me in, dear companion, dearest friend, > my dove, consummate lover! > I'm soaked with the dampness of the night, > drenched with dew, shivering and cold." > The Woman > 3 "But I'm in my nightgown-do you expect me to get dressed? > I'm bathed and in bed-do you want me to get dirty?" > > 4-7 But my lover wouldn't take no for an answer, > and the longer he knocked, the more excited I became. > I got up to open the door to my lover, > sweetly ready to receive him, > Desiring and expectant > as I turned the door handle. > But when I opened the door he was gone. > My loved one had tired of waiting and left. > And I died inside-oh, I felt so bad! > I ran out looking for him > But he was nowhere to be found. > I called into the darkness-but no answer. > The night watchmen found me > as they patrolled the streets of the city. > They slapped and beat and bruised me, > ripping off my clothes, > These watchmen, > who were supposed to be guarding the city. > > 8 I beg you, sisters in Jerusalem- > if you find my lover, > Please tell him I want him, > that I'm heartsick with love for him. > The Chorus > 9 What's so great about your lover, fair lady? > What's so special about him that you beg for our help? > The Woman > 10-16 My dear lover glows with health- > red-blooded, radiant! > He's one in a million. > There's no one quite like him! > My golden one, pure and untarnished, > with raven black curls tumbling across his shoulders. > His eyes are like doves, soft and bright, > but deep-set, brimming with meaning, like wells of water. > His face is rugged, his beard smells like sage, > His voice, his words, warm and reassuring. > Fine muscles ripple beneath his skin, > quiet and beautiful. > His torso is the work of a sculptor, > hard and smooth as ivory. > He stands tall, like a cedar, > strong and deep-rooted, > A rugged mountain of a man, > aromatic with wood and stone. > His words are kisses, his kisses words. > Everything about him delights me, thrills me > through and through! > That's my lover, that's my man, > dear Jerusalem sisters. > > Song of Solomon 6 > The Chorus > 1 So where has this love of yours gone, fair one? > Where on earth can he be? > Can we help you look for him? > The Woman > 2-3 Never mind. My lover is already on his way to his garden, > to browse among the flowers, touching the colors and forms. > I am my lover's and my lover is mine. > He caresses the sweet-smelling flowers. > The Man > 4-7 Dear, dear friend and lover, > you're as beautiful as Tirzah, city of delights, > Lovely as Jerusalem, city of dreams, > the ravishing visions of my ecstasy. > Your beauty is too much for me-I'm in over my head. > I'm not used to this! I can't take it in. > Your hair flows and shimmers > like a flock of goats in the distance > streaming down a hillside in the sunshine. > Your smile is generous and full- > expressive and strong and clean. > Your veiled cheeks > are soft and radiant. > > 8-9 There's no one like her on earth, > never has been, never will be. > She's a woman beyond compare. > My dove is perfection, > Pure and innocent as the day she was born, > and cradled in joy by her mother. > Everyone who came by to see her > exclaimed and admired her- > All the fathers and mothers, the neighbors and friends, > blessed and praised her: > > 10 "Has anyone ever seen anything like this- > dawn-fresh, moon-lovely, sun-radiant, > ravishing as the night sky with its galaxies of stars?" > > 11-12 One day I went strolling through the orchard, > looking for signs of spring, > Looking for buds about to burst into flower, > anticipating readiness, ripeness. > Before I knew it my heart was raptured, > carried away by lofty thoughts! > > 13 Dance, dance, dear Shulammite, Angel-Princess! > Dance, and we'll feast our eyes on your grace! > Everyone wants to see the Shulammite dance > her victory dances of love and peace. > Song of Solomon 7 > > 1-9 Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet, and queenly your movement- > Your limbs are lithe and elegant, > the work of a master artist. > Your body is a chalice, > wine-filled. > Your skin is silken and tawny > like a field of wheat touched by the breeze. > Your breasts are like fawns, > twins of a gazelle. > Your neck is carved ivory, curved and slender. > Your eyes are wells of light, deep with mystery. > Quintessentially feminine! > Your profile turns all heads, > commanding attention. > The feelings I get when I see the high mountain ranges > -stirrings of desire, longings for the heights- > Remind me of you, > and I'm spoiled for anyone else! > Your beauty, within and without, is absolute, > dear lover, close companion. > You are tall and supple, like the palm tree, > and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates. > I say, "I'm going to climb that palm tree! > I'm going to caress its fruit!" > Oh yes! Your breasts > will be clusters of sweet fruit to me, > Your breath clean and cool like fresh mint, > your tongue and lips like the best wine. > The Woman > 9-12 Yes, and yours are, too-my love's kisses > flow from his lips to mine. > I am my lover's. > I'm all he wants. I'm all the world to him! > Come, dear lover- > let's tramp through the countryside. > Let's sleep at some wayside inn, > then rise early and listen to bird-song. > Let's look for wildflowers in bloom, > blackberry bushes blossoming white, > Fruit trees festooned > with cascading flowers. > And there I'll give myself to you, > my love to your love! > > 13 Love-apples drench us with fragrance, > fertility surrounds, suffuses us, > Fruits fresh and preserved > that I've kept and saved just for you, my love. > Song of Solomon 8 > > 1-2 I wish you'd been my twin brother, sharing with me the breasts of my > mother, > Playing outside in the street, > kissing in plain view of everyone, > and no one thinking anything of it. > I'd take you by the hand and bring you home > where I was raised by my mother. > You'd drink my wine > and kiss my cheeks. > > 3-4 Imagine! His left hand cradling my head, > his right arm around my waist! > Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem: > Don't excite love, don't stir it up, > until the time is ripe-and you're ready. > The Chorus > 5 Who is this I see coming up from the country, > arm in arm with her lover? > The Man > I found you under the apricot tree, > and woke you up to love. > Your mother went into labor under that tree, > and under that very tree she bore you. > The Woman > 6-8 Hang my locket around your neck, > wear my ring on your finger. > Love is invincible facing danger and death. > Passion laughs at the terrors of hell. > The fire of love stops at nothing- > it sweeps everything before it. > Flood waters can't drown love, > torrents of rain can't put it out. > Love can't be bought, love can't be sold- > it's not to be found in the marketplace. > My brothers used to worry about me: > > 8-9 "Our little sister has no breasts. > What shall we do with our little sister > when men come asking for her? > She's a virgin and vulnerable, > and we'll protect her. > If they think she's a wall, we'll top it with barbed wire. > If they think she's a door, we'll barricade it." > > 10 Dear brothers, I'm a walled-in virgin still, > but my breasts are full- > And when my lover sees me, > he knows he'll soon be satisfied. > The Man > 11-12 King Solomon may have vast vineyards > in lush, fertile country, > Where he hires others to work the ground. > People pay anything to get in on that bounty. > But my vineyard is all mine, > and I'm keeping it to myself. > You can have your vast vineyards, Solomon, > you and your greedy guests! > > 13 Oh, lady of the gardens, > my friends are with me listening. > Let me hear your voice! > The Woman > 14 Run to me, dear lover. > Come like a gazelle. > Leap like a wild stag > on the spice mountains. > > > > > > > Please join us on Skype Monday thru Friday at 8:00 EST for our Morning > Skype Prayer Time. > > > Contact Me At: > Donnie Parrett > 1956 Asa Flat Road > Annville, Kentucky 40402 > Home Phone: 606-364-3321 > Church Phone: 606-364-PRAY > Skype Name: Donnie1261 > Email: [email protected] > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. 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