It is Time

I hear the voice of my Lover,
Here He comes,
Leaping with joy,
Over immense obsticles,
To find me.

He comes with much anticipation
To the place where I hide.
He know the place where I hide,
He knows the place I hide from my feelings, from my pain, from the truth.

He comes to me in these places,
And gazes,
Gazes into my soul,
With longing and desire,
Pursing me with His love,
Planting seeds of hope, seeds of desire.

Yes, He comes,
Skipping over the hills of separation,
He gazes,
Waits...

And the He announces:
"It is time My beloved,
 It is time for the bondage of the barren winter to end.
 It is time for the cold rains to disappear.
 It is time for a new season,
 A new season of poured out grace,
 It is time for a new day of destiny to surround you.
 It is time for you to ARISE and
 Come with Me to a higher place."

Come away with Me my beloved...

Song of Songs2:10-13