Song of Solomon, 4:12-16

A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
a spring locked, a fountain sealed.
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates
with all choicest fruits,
henna with nard,
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
with all trees of frankincense,
myrrh and aloes,
with all choice spices—
a garden fountain, a well of living water,
and flowing streams from Lebanon.

Awake, O north wind,
and come, O south wind!
Blow upon my garden,
let its spices flow.


— “Rise”
Josh Garrels, Love and War and the Sea in Between (2011)

…Though they may surround me like lions
And crush me on those sides
I may fall but I will rise
Not by my might nor by power
Or by the strength of swords
Only through your love, my Lord
All that’s lost will be restored.

Freedom chorus

I’m in love with freedom
I’m in love with wide blue open sky
I’m in love with a life poured forth
From a Servant’s piercèd side
I’m a slave with freedom
I am free, though body they may bind
‘Cause my name is written on the hand
Of the Man who was before there was time.

– “Freedom” (chorus)
Brother Down, To the Black Land (2003)

There You Are

I stood on that Cherokee Plain,
And the Cimeron broke free and jumped its banks
All in a rush of life.
The thunderhead roared out its song,
And it gave what was too much for it to hold.
And so must I.

And You light the sun to lead me.
Send the wind to be my guide.
Just the wonder of this prairie,
So lonely and so alive.
And the song the moon is singin’
With the rain and with the fire.

Says there You are.
(There You are)
There You are
In front of me.

The antelopes’ white flashing flanks
Sparked in the heart of the Cheyenne breaks,
Only to disappear.
Just like this memory of what once was my home.
And as I move beyond everything I’ve known,
You pull me near.

And You light the sun to lead me.
Send the wind to be my guide.
Just the wonder of this prairie,
So lonely and so alive.
And the song the moon is singin’
With the rain and with the fire.

Says there You are…

And Your kingdom sings of a glory.
Of a power that is Yours alone.
And You’re the one breathed into the many.
You’re faith, You’re love, and the hope.
As we lay our hearts before You
Our hands are free to let go.

And there You are.
(There You are)
There You are
In front of me.

– “There You Are”,
Rich Mullins, Canticle of the Plains