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The Gift of My Beloved

  • Natalie Merritt
  • Jun 2, 2016
  • 3 min read

Me and my beloved just recently celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary. I wrote this poem, printed and framed it and gave it to Billy as a gift. I wanted to share it with my lady friends.

I hope you enjoy it.

The Gift of My Beloved

I prayed so long for The Lord to bring me such a man. It was not until I humbled myself before Him and prayed, believing that I shall receive, that God led him by the hand. Ye, though he walked through the shadows of doubt and insecurities, God knew the plans He had for us. Plans to be prosperous and not to be harmed.

Blessed be the name of The Lord, for He has given me such a gift, a gift I do not deserve. But even as a sinner, God loved me. He said, “It is not good for this man and woman to be alone, to live without Agape Love, to truly have never known.”

My beloved is to me like Boaz was to Ruth, beauty like no other. I adorned myself in fine linens, anointed with the sweetest perfumes, and laid myself at his feet, trusting him with my life, my heart. I never forget my Father’s Love, the Love that came with this gift. I see it each time I look into the eyes of my beloved, deep as the seas and as high as the skies.

My beloved eventually welcomed me with open arms, gave me his name as a symbol of his love for me. He spoils me with gentleness and kindness and we grow together in the Lord each day. Oh, for my beloved I am breathtakingly lovesick. What a precious gift My Lord has given me. Designed from head to toe to fit with me. We are like-minded, desiring to serve Our Father who art in Heaven. We are like-minded in desiring to serve one another.

I respect my beloved, appreciation and gratitude I have for him, always will for life. I long for and work hard to provide him with a home of comfort and peace. Like Rebekah for Isaac, I long to be a virtuous wife. For my husband to praise my name to all, for he is well pleased with me. I am secure in commitment my beloved has to me, enraptured by his desires for me. I rejoice when I daydream of his love and filled with bliss at the gift My Lord has given me. The blessings of being his helpmeet for life.

I delight in the marriage bed that we share. His firm hand on the small of my back is like an invitation, drawing us closer. It is as a knock on my door, his voice asking me to open for him. He is the only keeper of the key to unlock the door. My body yearns for him. I know the pleasures of this intimate time with my beloved, the desire we each have for each other. How can I not take off my robe for him? With his hands gently on the door, his fingers playing with the lock, I am aroused and I open for him.

Satan is an enemy of this union between my beloved and myself. He is a thief. He comes to kill, to steal and to destroy the blessings of the gift, my beloved. I do not fight this battle alone. I lift my eyes unto the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of Heaven and Earth.

I am also a women who fears the Lord. I know He can take the gift of my beloved away, anytime, any day. So I serve Him with all my heart, all my mind, all my strength. For I am ever so grateful for the gift He has given me, the gift of my beloved.


 
 
 

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