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Dwelling With The Rose

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Coconut, Nov 19, 2012.

  1. Coconut

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    A Persian fable says; One day
    A wanderer found a lump of clay
    So redolent of sweet perfume
    Its odors scented all the room
    What are thou? was his quick demand
    Art thou some gem from Samarcand,
    Or spikenard in this rude disguise,
    Or other costly merhandise?
    Nay: I am but a lump of clay.

    Then whence this wondrous perfume - say!
    Friend, if the secret I disclose,
    I have been dwelling with the rose.
    Sweet parable! and will not those
    Who love to dwell with Sharon's rose,
    Distil sweet odors all around,
    Though low and mean themselves are found?
    Dear Lord, abide with us that we
    May draw our perfume fresh from Thee.


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    His mouth is most sweet: yea, He is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend
    Song of Solomon 5:16


    A beautiful poem Coconut.
    How blessed we are to 'dwell with the rose', the rose of Sharon, our beautiful Saviour.

    A little Spurgeon.....'The Rose of Sharon' to compliment what you have posted.


    Amongst flowers the rose is deemed the sweetest, but Jesus is infinitely more beautiful in the garden of the soul than the rose can be in the gardens of earth.
    He takes the first place as the fairest among ten thousand.
    He is the sun, and all others are the stars; the heavens and the day are dark in comparison with Him, for the King in his beauty transcends all.
    "I am the rose of Sharon."
    This was the best and rarest of roses.
    Jesus is not "the rose" alone, He is "the rose of Sharon," just as He calls His righteousness "gold," and then adds, "the gold of Ophir"-the best of the best.
    He is positively lovely, and superlatively the loveliest.
    There is variety in His charms. The rose is delightful to the eye, and its scent is pleasant and refreshing; so each of the senses of the soul, whether it be the taste or feeling, the hearing, the sight, or the spiritual smell, finds appropriate gratification in Jesus.
    Even the recollection of His love is sweet.
    Take the rose of Sharon, and pull it leaf from leaf, and lay by the leaves in the jar of memory, and you shall find each leaf fragrant long afterwards, filling the house with perfume.
    Christ satisfies the highest taste of the most educated spirit to the very full.
    The greatest amateur in perfumes is quite satisfied with the rose:
    And when the soul has arrived at her highest pitch of true taste, she shall still be content with Christ, nay, she shall be the better able to appreciate Him.
    Heaven itself possesses nothing which excels the rose of Sharon.
    What emblem can fully set forth His beauty?
    Human speech and earth-born things fail to tell of Him.
    Earth's choicest charms commingled, feebly picture His abounding preciousness.
    Blessed rose, bloom in my heart for ever!
     

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