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Valentine’s Day is a warm spot in the middle of an otherwise cold month. We enjoy thoughts of lacy hearts, chocolate candy, red roses, and best of all, love stories. Nothing seems to captivate the attention of a woman more quickly than a tender story of love. So in the midst of this season of the year, take a few minutes and listen as I tell you a love story beyond compare— not of a fickle or temporary love, but of a true, eternal love. And the best part of all is that this is not just anyone’s love story, made up for the sake of entertainment, but by faith this is your love story, and it is true.

We read of this spiritual love story in the Old Testament book of Song of Solomon. It is the story of a great and kind King who deeply loves a lowly, work-worn shepherdess. He speaks to her tenderly of his love and takes her to himself as his bride. He brings her into his banqueting house, and his banner over her is love. He clothes her in spotless raiment, adorns her with all manner of precious jewels of gold and silver, and perfumes her with sweet-smelling ointments. What a wonder this is to her! She is overwhelmed with the beauties of this King. His goodness and kindness is beyond compare. She calls him the chiefest of 10,000 and proclaims that his love is better than wine. But as the days wear on, and as she seeks to serve in his kingdom as his wife, she becomes discouraged and overwhelmed with a sense of her unworthiness. She runs from him to hide herself in shame. Yet in the absence of his presence her heart aches for him.

But her beloved King would not let her go. He comes after her and speaks to her words of comfort and love…
“Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. 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. 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! 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.” (So. 4:9-10)

She hears the tender arguments of her Beloved, and her heart questions, “I’m all fair to you my King, no spot or wrinkle? How can it be?”

“It is the spotless garments in which I have clothed you that have no wrinkle, this is what I see. I am delighted with their purity and sweet smell.”

“You call me sister and spouse and say I have ravished your heart with but one of my eyes, and one chain of my neck. But what do you mean?”

“I call you my sister because you are related to me by blood; for I have spent my blood to purchase you. I call you my spouse because you are related to me by covenant and by choice; for I have chosen you from all eternity! Although you can only partially see me, for you look through a glass darkly, yet that partial gaze ravishes my heart. And although your service in my kingdom is encumbered by weakness and sin, yet your desire is my delight. I take great pleasure in you!”

“And my lips… how do they delight you so?”

“They are sweet as they drop with the honey of praise to me. Even when the honey and milk are yet under your tongue and you but think the praise without speaking it, I delight in your adoration.”

“Oh, my Lord and King, what comfort I find in your words! All these things you delight in you have provided me! My garments are of your righteousness, it is your presence upon which I gaze, it is your kingdom in which I serve, our relationship is of your blood and of your choice, yours is the goodness that my lips praise, and you have anointed me with the ointment that is sweet smelling. You have fitted me to delight you, and in this I delight! Forgive me for fleeing from your presence and for looking to my own unworthiness instead of your merit. Your words give me courage! May I never hide from thee, but rather may my heart’s cry forever be… ‘Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits!’”

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