I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine. Song of Songs 6:3
"My YHWH"
Mine.
The Lord of all of creation is mine because I trust Him and lay down my very breath at His feet.
How can this be? What mystery is He that He would even see me, much less know me and call me by name?
Call me His.
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"Your YHWH"
Oh Israel, can you not see Him.
He has shown you His great love for you.
He has rescued you time and time again.
He has told you what he will do and he has done it.
He still calls you out of the Egypt of your vain imaginings, where you return time and time again.
He still stands ready to defend you against your enemies.
He still cloaks you with His banner and sings over you the song of all songs:
"I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine."
He has covenanted His very life to you and yet you cannot see Him.
Your ears have become leprous and your eyes have gone white as milk.
You stand as statues of sand in His temples, leaving the stank of sulfer trailing you.
Your feet have strayed from His law and become wrinkled and soft in a cesspool of decay, tainted with the blood of innocent unborn and littered with the banners of Pride.
Have you forgotten the golden calf and the screams of those who chose rebellion over Truth?
Have you forgotten the sacred covenant of your oath?
Can you not hear the crashing and breaking of stone at the foot of the mountain of your Yah?
The same hand that writ the law on the face of stones
has now written it on the hearts of those who call on His Name.
But you, Israel, your hair has turned as ash and your flesh is consumed by worms.
Call on the Name of the Lord and be saved.
Look upon His wounds and be healed.
Seek His face and live.
Return to the One who calls you His beloved.
