Song of Solomon 5:2 “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.” I have been out working till the midnight hours when the dew distills on the grass. I have worked past exhaustion…until my body heat has turned to cold. I am chilled to the bone, and my perspiration has become a drenching dew on my hair.
See him as the Lamb of God: “He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not” (Isaiah 53:3). Our sacrificial Lamb calling to us—God’s undefiled lamb—“Open to me!” Can we hide our faces from him? See him in the garden: “And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.” His head filled with grief and drenched with perspiration like great drops of blood. Oh, see him there for us! Can we fail to respond to such an appeal?
“That everlasting, ever-quickening Vine,
That gives the heat and passion of the world,
Through its own life-blood, still renewed and shed.
The Vine from every living limb bleeds wine;
Is it the poorer for that spirit shed?
The drunkard and the wanton drink thereof;
Are they the richer for that gift’s excess?
Measure thy life by loss instead of gain;
Not by the wine drunk, but the wine poured forth;
For love’s strength standeth in love’s sacrifice;
And whoso suffers most, hath most to give.”