Jesus at the Door (Song of Solomon 5:2-8), Commentary

 I slept, but my heart was awake. Do not sleep lest you fall into temptation, keep your hearts awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking.   Jesus approaches us; Our souls our drawn to God,
“Open to me, my sister, my love,
    my dove, The Holy Spirit descends as a dove, and our bodies are its temple
my perfect one,  Only made perfect through Christ
for my head is wet with dew,
    my locks with the drops of the night.”  With the dew of heaven; (see Genesis 27:28, Hosea 14:5) In Hosea 6:4,  Dew is used as an example of brevity, here one moment gone the next, which is a recurring theme in the passage
I had put off my garment;
    how could I put it on?  
I had bathed my feet;
    how could I soil them?  We may carelessly make excuses to accept the call of Christ. Churches caught in the comfort of modern culture and opinion set the truth of Christ aside.
My beloved put his hand to the latch,
    and my heart was thrilled within me.  The Spirit stirs us up, Our souls long to be healed, and would be, if we should open the door to Jesus. Jesus is coming soon! We should be thrilled for his return!
I arose to open to my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
    on the handles of the bolt.  Because the Lord had touched the door, He left his essence upon it. The myrhh was dripping;My cup runneth over with the blessings of God;
I opened to my beloved,
    but my beloved had turned and gone.  Let us not shut out Christ, for the sake of worldly comfort, should He depart from our churches, from our hearts. Let us not deny Him, should He come to collect his people and we are left behind.  Let us not avoid Him, should our lives end tomorrow, and our chance for redemption was never taken.
My soul failed me when he spoke.  The guilt of sin burdens us, and we decieve ourselves as unworthy of forgiveness. Yet Jesus bears that burden for us, and sets us free.
I sought him, but found him not;  
     I called him, but he gave no answer.  How dreadful to search for Lord and find his voice suppressed! Crosses hidden, Bibles burned, Prayer outlawed– Seek the Lord while he is near! How terrible to find He has come and gone, and we had not invited Him in, and were left! How awful, to find our lives here over, and we were too busy, to accept eternal life!
 The watchmen found me  as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they bruised me,  The enemies of Christ, haters of truth, persecuting the church and those who seek Jesus.
they took away my veil,
    those watchmen of the walls.  Assaulting the church; corrupting its purity.
 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,  An appeal to other believers, other churches; Christ,
that you tell him
     I am sick with love.  Prepared to accept Christ; Let this moment not come too late, for anyone.

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