My heart is as black as midnight, turmoil and fighting, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, awake and asleep, without ceasing...
"Song of Solomon 6:13
Return, return, O Shulamite;
return, return, that we may look upon thee.
What will ye see in the Shulamite?
As it were the company of two armies.
What will ye see, then, in the Shulamite,
To urge her stay, or ask her to return,
That ye may look upon her as she is,
In deep engagements of internal war?
Two armies, flesh and spirit, in array —
Corruptions vanquish'd striving to revive —
Graces ascendant, mortifying sin —
Unceasing warfare - contest, sharp and long,
Which knows no terms of peace - no flag of truce.
An army of temptations, fierce and strong,
Oppos'd to gospel promises and grace,
Which sometimes make the issue of the war
A doubtful matter to the troubled soul,
'Till new supplies of grace arrive from Heav'n,
And Jesus says to Satan, "Get thee hence."
A host of heresies assail the Church,
Oppos'd to all the doctrines of free grace;
Free-willers and free-thinkers, with their troops
Traditions, superstitions, carnal rites,
And reason's enmity against the Lord
These form an army hostile to the truth.
But vital godliness withstands them all —
Puts all the Spirit's graces in array,
With sword and shield, against the common foe,
Contending earnestly for God and truth.
No carnal weapons suit the Shulamite;
Her armour is the panoply of God,
And strength divine supports her in the war.
The conquest is not doubtful - grace shall reign
Through righteousness to everlasting life,
'Till inbred sins - the tempter's wiles, and all
The heresies which war against the truth,
Shall fall before the gospel of free grace."
Yet, in Christ, I have hope...
"Song of Solomon 1:5
I am black but comely,
O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
As the tents of Kedar,
As the curtains of Solomon.
A wondrous contrast in myself I see -
As black as sin can make me by the fall -
As comely in my Saviour as himself.
Like Kedar's tents, unsightly, dark, and vile,
My Adam nature dy'd a sable hue,
By foul transgression, lies degraded low.
But seen in Christ - possessing life divine,
With all the graces of the Holy Ghost,
Not Solomon, in all his costly things -
Embroider'd curtains - or his stately throne,
Displays such comeliness, such beauty shows,
As Jesus puts upon his ransom'd bride.
Conceiv'd in sin - a very mass of guilt,
I am originally vile indeed ;
Depravity has spread its darkest shades
O'er all my soul, beclouding all its pow'rs.
But in my Saviour seen, as one with him,
And clad in his imputed righteousness;
The purest white which lilies can unfold -
The beauteous curtains of King Solomon -
The gold and purple of his royalty,
Portray my comeliness in Jesus' sight.
I humbly own my base original -
And thankfully embrace the righteousness
Of Jesus, as my own."
(Quotes are from Joseph Irons'
Nymphas.)