A Shulamite He’s seeking as molten lava flows for
the beauty of His love volcano bellows blow. In His temple day breaks and
shadows flee. A shulamite awakened His love stirring me. Oh barren are those
whose hearts are not ravished by thee. A shulamite drinking from the waters
flow, the bread of life she’s feasting, intimacy of God to those below.
Enthroned upon my heart is He, a shulamite I‘ll be. A covenant of blessings
ransomed by He, as Jedidiah touches me.
Poems with love by Vanita P. Allgood
oh barren are those whose hearts are not ravished by thee, There is much wisdom in this work, i like it.
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