ss 02v06 I Am Sick of Love
"I AM SICK OF LOVE."
The Song of Solomon 2:6
The
Lord Jesus Christ has been most gracious to me. He has brought me into his
church and family, and made me to be one of his own. He has made me, at various
times, to sit down in blessed fellowship with him, feasting upon the rich and
blessed truths of the gospel. His banner over me is love. My heart rejoices in
his eternal, special, electing, immutable love for my soul. But now my soul is
weary. A heavenly love-sickness has come over me, because my blessed Lord and
Redeemer, the great Lover of my soul, does not openly and clearly manifest
himself as he has in days gone by.
How tedious and tasteless the
hours,
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds,
and sweet flowers
Have all lost their sweetness
to me.
"I am sick of love,"
because I LONG FOR HIS PRESENCE. I know that Christ is always present
with his church. Wherever two or three gather in his name, he is in their
midst. But I long for him to make his presence known. My heart and soul yearns
for a fresh and constant sense of his love. When he reveals himself all is
well. When he hides his face, everything seems empty and vain.
"I am sick of love,"
because I LONG FOR HIS RETURN. The thought fills my soul with gladness,
that one day the Lord Jesus Christ shall return to this earth. He will rid the
world of his enemies. He will create all things new. In that blessed day, the
knowledge of the Lord shall cover the earth as the waters cover the sea. Every
person living upon the newly created earth shall worship, serve, and praise
Christ; and all shall walk in the perfection of righteousness. Oh, may it
please the King to return in his glory very soon. We long for him.
"I am sick of love," because I LONG TO
BE WITH HIM. Is it not reasonable for the Lord's people to long to be with
him where he is? To be with him is to be free from sin. To be with him is to
enter into rest. To be with him is to come into the glorious liberty of the
sons of God. I will be content to remain here, so long as he sees fit. But my
heart has already departed. "I am sick of love."
While I am here, I can be
content, if he will give me the comfort of his grace. "Stay me with
flagons, comfort me with apples." Though at times, the Lord is pleased to withdraw
his manifest presence, he has left behind the wine of his grace and the fruits
of his labors to sustain my heart. These are the pillows of my soul. I rejoice
in them. Yet, I long for my well Beloved.