Good Monday Morning! 10/26/20

We bless and thank You Lord for a new day. We dare not think what life would be without You. ~

The Bride Adores Her Beloved

Son 2:8  The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

Son 2:9  My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

Son 2:10  My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Son 2:11  For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over andgone;

Son 2:12  The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

Son 2:13  The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Son 2:14  O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Son 2:15  Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

Son 2:16  My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

Son 2:17  Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Sundays Micromanna Sermon:

https://www.blogtalkradio.com/revessie/2020/10/25/micromanna-quietness-with-rev-essie

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