If God were to smile upon me as in the days of old
If he gentled my step and blessed me
with soft spoken reassurances of love—

If He were to rise on my behalf
with righteous indignation,
and only a portion of my enemy’s curses
smote me and tore at my hard-won peace—

If His hedge of protection
set boundaries on the evil which walks by day
and never sleeps by night—

If once more I heard the sweet strains of serenading love
calling me forth from my hiding place,
and no amount of head lowering
could shake this hound of heaven’s ardent pursuit:

oh! how my heart would stir within,
bringing me to my knees
in soul submission.

I would rise and bestir myself
seeking Him whom my soul desires above all others;
I would shake the dust of this earth from my feet
and making haste
would run to meet Him:

my soul
my darling
my lover, once more.