THE TIME HAS ARRIVED

Photo Provided Becky Whiteman-Sparks

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh 

leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the 

hills.  My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: 

behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh 

forth at the windows, shewing himself through the 

lattice.  My beloved spake, and said unto me, 

Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.  

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over 

and gone;  The flowers appear on the earth; 

the time of the singing of birds is come, and 

the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, 

and the vines with the tender grape give 

a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair 

one, and come away.  O my dove, that 

art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret 

places of the stairs, let me see thy 

countenance, let me hear thy voice; for 

sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance 

is comely.  Take us the foxes, the little foxes, 

that spoil the vines: for our vines have 

tender grapes.  My beloved is mine, and 

I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

Until the day break, and the shadows 

flee away, turn, my beloved, and be 

thou like a roe or a young hart upon 

the mountains of Bether.

SONG OF SOLOMON 2:12