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husband and said, “He’s so wonderful that I don’t deserve him.”
She’s working hard to gain His approval. She tries to make
herself attractive. Then the groom says Song 4:12-15, “A
garden locked is my sister, my bride, a rock garden locked, a
spring sealed up. Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates
with choice fruits, henna with nard plants, nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh
and aloes, along with all the finest spices. You are a garden
spring. A well of fresh water, and streams flowing from
Lebanon.”
When she heard those words, “You are my garden,” she
was amazed because she thought she was the gardener. He said,
“You are not the gardener; you are the garden; a garden locked
and a garden enclosed.” And for the first time in the Song the
bride begins to understand. The groom was saying to the bride,
“I love you just the way you are. You don’t need to make
yourself attractive and you don’t have to try so hard to win my
approval. Up to this time it was her efforts but now she said,
“I’m his garden.”

Song 4:9, “You have made my heart beat faster, my
sister, my bride; You have made my heart beat faster with a
single glance of your eyes, with a single strand of your
necklace.” The groom said, “You make my heart skip a beat.
You ravish my heart. My heart beats fast when I see you.” Do
you believe that the Lord’s heart beats fast when He looks at
you? His heart skips a beat. He loves you and He delights in
you. That’s not flattery. Flattery is an insincere complement.
This is how He really feels.
When she understood that she was His garden and that
He loved her, she prayed a prayer that I’m calling the
indispensable disposition. Song 4:16, “Awake, O north wind,
and come, wind of the south; make my garden breathe out
fragrance, let it’s spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved
come into this garden and eat its choice fruits!”
Listen to the bride’s prayer. She said, “Wake up north
wind and blow on my garden.” What is the north wind? That’s
a chilly wind and that’s frosty wind. That pictures hard times