Poetry

 


 
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