My Tied-up Bundle

That tied-up bundle of His suffering love,
I need to keep near,
Close, so I can remember and partake...

Yes, especially in the night, the dark times, when the world seems cruel...

I need to have my bundle, my tied-up bundle,
Right there on my chest,
So I can breathe in that suffering love,
So I can breathe in the sweet henna blossoms of His longings and desire for me,
So I can remember His suffering love and the work that He did for me on the cross,
The work He accomplished so He could have me in this life union, this constant companionship with
     Him,
This work He accomplished so I could be forgiven, healed, restored, free from the addiction,
     free from the torment.

Yes, the finished work of the Lamb,
Who poured out a never-ending fountain of provision with His blood,
Suffering because of that great love He had for us...
That sweet bundle of myrrh...
Fragrant with suffering redeeming love...
I breathe you in...remember..and partake...right now.

"My Lover is to me like a tied-up bundle of myrrh resting over my heart throughout the night."
 Song of Songs 1:13 TPT