by Amalia Zea Meadows

On my bed at night, I sought Him who my heart loves,
I sought Him but I did not find.
I will search the streets and crossings and follow my heart,
I sought Him but I did not find.
“Have you seen Him who my heart loves?” I asked the watchman.
I turned around and He was there. He said…


Oh, you are beautiful, my beloved, your eyes are like doves,
Your lips like a scarlet strand,
Let Me see you, let Me hear your lovely voice,
My tender and unblemished lamb.


There You stand at last before me,
In Your radiance and might.
Your eyes welled up with tears of joy.
As Your loving arms enfold me,
I am filled with joy and awe.
I feel secure within Your grasp.
Surrounded by the blooming vineyards,
There will I give You all my love,.
For I am Yours, and You are mine. Jesus…


His seal is on my heart,
For invincible is His love,
No flood nor fire will tear us apart...
For my Lord….


You are beautiful, my Beloved, Your eyes are like doves,
Your lips like a scarlet strand,
Let me see You, let me hear Your lovely voice,
My tender and unblemished Lamb,
My tender and unblemished Lamb.