Secret Garden
Secret Garden

 

 

 

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!

How much better is your love than wine,

And the fragrance of your oils

Than all kinds of spices!

Your lips, my bride, drip honey;

Honey and milk are under your tongue,

And the fragrance of your garments

is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

 

 Song of Solomon 3:10-11

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Peace like a river

Love like a fountain

The wind of Your Spirit is blowing

everywhere

 

Joy like a fountain

Healing spring of life

Come Holy Spirit

Let your fire fall

 

      

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth

  

 

 

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth

 

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth

for your love is more delightful than wine.

Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;     

your name is like perfume poured out.     

No wonder the young women love you!

Take me away with you

let us hurry!     

Let the king bring me into his chambers.

 

Song of Solomon 1:1-4

 

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 You are a fountain springing up in a garden,

a well of living waters,

and flowing streams from Lebanon.

  Song of Solomon 4:15

 

  

A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

A rock garden locked,

a spring sealed up.

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates

With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,

Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

With all the trees of frankincense,

Myrrh and aloes,

along with all the finest spices.

 Song of Solomon 4:12-14

 

Meer van Beloved Daughter:

    Adonai

    Anointed Garden

    Anointed Place

       Daughter of the King

     Een Afgesloten Hof

    Eternity

      God's Rose Garden

   Hiding Place

    Hof van Eden

     Holy of Holies

  King of Kings

  Levend Water

Planet Earth

   Prayer Garden

    Psalms of David

  Rose Garden

    Royal Garden

Salvation 

   Secret Garden

Secret Place

    Song of Solomon

    Stille Plaats

  The Cross 

    Toevluchtsoord

    Worship the King

 

My Beloved has gone

down to his garden,

            to the beds of spices,

to browse

in the gardens and to gather lilies.

I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved is mine;

he browses among the lilies.

 

Song of Solomon 6:2-3

 

 

  

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