O’ How I Long for You, O’ Place of Covenant

O’ How I Long for You, O’ Place of Covenant

By Shannan Humphrey

O’ how I long for you, o place of covenant. The place of my birth. The place where my purpose and calling were established in the Heavens and the earth. I hear the cries of your children. Who is he that hears the silence of their yearning?

Who heard and attuned an ear. Who hears from a distance and sends aid in the spirit. Words that men cannot utter but a son committed to the maiden. Who is the answer, who is the missing piece. In their absence their words still speak. In the volumes of the book His word has spoken it.

The prayers prayed; the tears cried to water the seed within the house. Who is he that is worthy? Who hath the Lord prepared for such a work. To whom hath the Lord attributed the link. Who hath profaned all those against her?

Who stands in the dark and professes the light. Who hath faith like he that hath not known her place of honor yet sits there in the spirit. Who hath been denied her honor but attributed dishonor as honor for her and the household.

If loving her is wrong, I don’t want to be right. How have you married me unto her O Holy Spirit, like a maiden given unto a man in marriage. She is a maiden with many spots, many blemishes, yet his utter desire is to remove all the dust from her hair, her eyes, her ears, the smell of the earth and the mud upon her lips.

By his hand and all hands of the house to assure the removal of the “life” she once knew. The death from which she came, but now beginning to see the Life only found in the Kingdom of Life. Head my words o’ maiden of mine! I shall never leave you nor forsake you! Giving my treasure to another is like committing adultery against you.

Shall I give the treasure of My father’s house to a harlot, to another not of my family. I shall dance with the ones that brought me! Who can hear my words, who understands my language? Is it not my own countrymen and the sister of my own Father and Mother? Shall not their hearing be confounded when they hear my words.

The foreigners to the North. Do you hear me O maiden, open your ears and hear my words. I would die for you and already have. My old man has been accounted twice dead, he hath been dead in trespass and sin, and buried in water, dead to me, and now accounted as cursed and hanging there, from my treasured tree of life.

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