Verse of the day 😕 Their faces are like balm bed, like hills of aromatic herbs. ?(Song 5. 13)
It’s flower month! The March rains and the April winds have fulfilled its function and the earth is adorned with beauty. Come, my soul, and dress your party clothes; Go out and collect flowers of heavenly thoughts. The balm bed is well known to you, who have often smelled the “mountains of aromatic herbs”. Immediately go to your Lord and find in Him all goodness and joy. This face once severely whipped by the rod, often wet with tears of sympathy and then stained with spitting, this face, since I now smile with mercy, is a fragrant aroma for my heart.
- O Lord Jesus.
- You did not hide your face from shame and spit.
- I will find in Adore You the most esteemed pleasure.
- Your cheeks were furged by the plow of affliction and flushed with the blood of your spine-crowned siens.
- Such brands of unlimited love enchant my soul.
- Without “scented columns”.
- If I couldn’t see your whole face.
- I’d look at your cheeks; even if I look at it quickly.
- My mind will refresh and produce a variety of joys.
- In Jesus I not only find perfume.
- I also find a balm bed.
- I find not only a flower.
- But all kinds of aromatic flowers.
- He’s my rose.
- My lily.
- My thoughts.
- My camphor bouquet.
- When he’s with me.
- The whole year is May in my life.
- My soul will wash away his joyful face with the morning dew of Christ’s grace and comfort himself with the birds that sing his promises.
- O precious Lord Jesus.
- Let me know the blessing found in permanent and uninterrupted communion with you.
- I am a poor unworthy man.
- Whose face you have deigned to kiss.
- Oh.
- Let me kiss you back.