The Savior beckons, "Come away," and I hear His voice. His sheep, they know it. "Come away." There's no place I'd rather be.
"My beloved speaks and says to me:
'Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away,
for behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
'Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away,
for behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.
The fig tree ripens its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away.'"
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.
The fig tree ripens its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away.'"
Song of Solomon 2:10-13
At times, Jesus makes Himself so clear. It's as if He repeats Himself for those who might be slow to hear. But His Word requires we be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger. He beckons, "Come away," and the sources of His allure seem to mount up, one upon another. Day after day, the call. I hear Him.
"Come away."
I hear it. I'm coming, withdrawing, responding to His calling, I come.
"Come away," on earth, yes, and ultimately heavenbound.
"Come away."
And yet again today the call, so I marvel and I steal away.
"Come away...Send your Holy Spirit to kindle sacred flames of love in my heart, and I will continue to rise until one day I will leave life and time behind me and come away indeed."
Twice this week I've woken with "come away" on my mind. As Jesus often withdrew to desolate places, I follow His lead. I come.
"And [Jesus] said to them, 'Come away by yourselves to a desolate place and rest a while.'” Mark 6:31
He's calling, "Come away." I come.
"But [Jesus] would withdraw to desolate places and pray." Luke 5:16
