Hephzibah

“You will be called by a new name that the mouth of the LORD will bestow. You will be a crown of glory in the hand of the LORD, a royal diadem in the palm of your God. No longer will you be called Forsaken, nor your land named Desolate; but you will be called Hephzibah (My delight is in her), and your land Beulah (Married); for the LORD will take delight in you, and your land will be His bride.”

When I think of you,
I remember
forming you in secret,
as I laughed
and cried
and sang over you.

You are Mine.

My heart yearns for you
as a Bridegroom longs for his Bride.

Your beauty beckons Me
to be nearby.

Your voice
is the voice
of My beloved:
so sweet to My ears.

If you only knew what the sound of it
does to my heart,
you would speak to Me
more intimately and more often.

I AM an Ocean of Love
boundless, bottomless, eternal:
stretching in every direction
as far as the eye can see,
and infinitely beyond.