No this is not about the Song of Solomon.

It’s not really even a song. It is a lament, a cry, a stirring of the soul.

A dirge.

Sorrowful, yet empty,

painful, yet pure.

A groaning, that cannot be uttered.

A desire that cannot be fulfilled.

A wound, that will not heal.

Dissatisfied, disappointed, disturbed, destroyed…. decimated.

Hope Lost, and Hopeless.

Yet; Understanding that, in Truth, I am:

FORGIVEN, I AM, BLAMELESS, MY SIN AND SHAME, IS AS FAR AWAY, AS THE EAST IS FROM THE WEST.

I AM COVERED BY THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB, I AM SAVED BY THE GREAT I AM.

The word of God, brings hope, that isn’t seen, causes faith to grow, opens the eyes of our understanding.

If Abram, at 75, began, his walk before the Lord, and became a friend of God.

If Moses, at 80, met the Trinity, walked in the ways of the Lord, and talked to the Lord, face to face like a man to a friend.

If Enoch, at 65, walked with God for 300 years, and was not, because God took him.

It is possible that Bill, at 64, in time, may be noticed and useful to God.

It is possible, a life has not been wasted.

The last, will be better then the first.

The future much brighter, than the past.

The Mountain, removed and the path made straight.

The Gospel of the Lord proclaimed, the lost, saved, the sick healed, the brokenhearted, comforted.

The Glory of our King Revealed.

My cry?

Come, Lord Jesus, Come.