Beloved King

My heart quickens

At the sound of His voice,

My soul ponders

Your ways, oh my Lord.

Your soul is my ecstasy

Your presence, where I long to be

May my spirit, forever be,

addicted to Your ways.

I am a delight to my Lover

And He to me

We know the truest form

of intimacy,

My Love is strong and fierce with might

My laugh, His song and soul's delight.

He prepares the way for me

My skin not torn by thorn or tree.

He carries me

No effort spent,

So capable

And tender yet,

He whispers for me

to watch, to wait

Needing no help

Mysteries displayed.

How blessed I am

That the King of Kings

is besotted with me

Daughter of Elohim.

- Rachel Hayley Swanepoel