These are the words Mumsie read to Dad, just before he flew away to heaven. It is a paraphrase from the Song of Solomon. Here I sense the beauty of God's immense Love for us, I feel the Lord's great joy as He leaps and runs to meet Daddy, to hug him and to lead him into heaven.
Our Lord comes
Look! here He comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the
hills.
Our Lord speaks to us.
He is like a gazelle or a young stag!
Look! He stands behind our wall gazing through the windows,
Peering through the glass.
Our Lord speaks to you:
"Arise my darling son, my precious boy and come with me
"See! Your winter is past; the rains are over and gone.
"Flowers appear on the earth; the seasons of singing has come.
"The cooing of doves is heard in the land whence I come.
"The fig trees forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their
fragrance.
"Arise, come, my darling son, my beautiful one.
"Come with me!"
~ A Paraphrase by Eva J. Gibson
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