Song of Solomon 1:1
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
According to 1 Kings 4:32, King Solomon, son of David, third king of Israel, spoke three thousand proverbs and one thousand and five songs. This song was considered his best. His scribes wrote down the words he spoke as if for a stage play of the times. In other words, it was written for a protagonist, an antagonist, and a chorus to narrate the proceedings; thus, we have the Shulamite, King Solomon our main character, and the chorus, also known as the Daughters of Jerusalem. This song, in truth, is about our sweet, fragrant relationship with the Lord in the secret places of our hearts. There is no love deeper than the love God has for us. There is no love sweeter to the Lord than that expressed by His children as they delicately peel away the hard cover of their hearts and reveal the tender intimacy they have with Him. The challenge for Solomon in writing this greatest of his songs, and for me in discussing it, was to expose, and more than just “adequately,” present the love of God for us.
As we go through the Song of Songs, analyze your own love relationship with God. Just how deep is it? How much will you allow Him to love you? What is His manner of love toward you? How do you show Him your love for Him? Keep your own journal; ask yourself the hard questions, and record your answers.
17 That Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, 18 may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height– 19 to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God (Ephesians 3:17–19).
(Taken from “Destined for Love” written by the author)
In my early walk with the Lord, I hastened to every anointed meeting I could find and especially looked for ones with good music that honored and loved God. One night, as I stood with all the others, my arms stretched toward Heaven, my body bristled with desire to let God know how much I loved Him. While singing my love from the depths of my being, suddenly, I came back to myself.
“Lord,” I said, “how come I’m giving You all this love, and I don’t feel anything coming back to me? Here I am, my fingertips straining to caress You, my arms desperately reaching for You, and my body swaying with the music in the delight of loving You. My love for You feels like a freight train rushing up from my toes and racing into Heaven to deliver carload after carload of love. And from You there is nothing. Why is that?”