Song of Solomon 2:10

Behold, I hear the voice of my Beloved! He speaks to me! Fair weather is smiling upon the face of the earth, and He does not want me spiritually asleep while nature is all around me awakening from her winter’s rest. He tells me, Rise up, and well He may, for I have long enough been lying among the pots of worldliness.

He is risen; I am risen in Him. Why then should I cling to the dust? From lower loves, desires, pursuits, and aspirations, I would rise towards Him. He calls me by the sweet title of My love, and considers me fair; this is a good argument for my rising.

If He has so exalted me, and considers me so lovely, how can I linger in the tents of Kedar and find fitting companions among the sons of men? He tells me, Come away. Further and further from everything selfish, debasing, worldly, and sinful, He calls me; indeed, from the outwardly religious world which does not know Him and has no sympathy with the mystery of the higher life, He calls me.

Come away has no harsh sound to my ear, for what is there to hold me in this wilderness of vanity and sin? Oh, my Lord, I wish I could come away, but I am caught among the thorns and cannot escape from them as I wish. If it were possible, I would have neither eyes, nor ears, nor heart for sin.

You call me to Yourself by saying, Come away, and this is a melodious call indeed. To come to You is to come home from exile, to come to land out of the raging storm, to come to rest after long labor, to come to the goal of my desires and the summit of my wishes.

But Lord, how can a stone rise? How can a lump of clay come away from the horrible pit? Oh, raise me, draw me. Your grace can do it. Send forth Your Holy Spirit to kindle sacred flames of love in my heart, and I will continue to rise until I leave life and time behind me, and indeed come away.