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Wellsprings of Rest
In the Secret Place
by Jacob Dunbar
You have said, “Seek my face.”
My heart says to you,
“Your face, LORD, do I seek.”
I don’t know the hits you’ve taken
I don’t know the tears you’ve cried
I don’t know how love’s been shaken
All I know that you’re His bride
For me to step into your bedroom
Is out of bounds to say the least
The path you take with your bridegroom
How you enjoy your wedding feast
I will not judge your consummation
You are safe in your secret place
You need not fear my invasion
Enjoy your lover’s grace upon grace
I will not say you are mistaken
It’s not for me to correct and chide
From only His touch will you awaken
Feel free to run in Him and hide
Only His love will bring your bloom
Opinions guised as counsel have ceased
It’s no man’s seed inside your womb
But only that of the Great High Priest
So give up any obligation
Trade instead for His sweet embrace
Ignore all scorn and insinuation
Because you choose to seek His face
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