April 25, Morning

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away." — Song of Songs 2:10 · KJV

Listen — I hear the voice of my Beloved! He speaks to me. Fair weather smiles on the face of the earth, and He would not have me spiritually asleep while all nature around me is waking from her winter's rest. He bids me "Rise up," and well He may, for I have lain long enough among the pots of worldliness. He is risen, and I am risen in Him; why then should I cleave to the dust? From lower loves, desires, pursuits, and aspirations, I would rise toward Him. He calls me by the sweet title "My love," and counts me fair; this is a good reason for my rising. If He has so exalted me, and thinks me so comely, how can I linger in the tents of Kedar and find congenial company among the sons of men? He bids me "Come away." Further and further from everything selfish, groveling, worldly, and sinful He calls me; yes, even from the outwardly religious world, which knows Him not and has no sympathy with the mystery of the higher life. "Come away" has no harsh sound to my ear, for what is there to hold me in this wilderness of vanity and sin? O my Lord, would that I could come away; but I am caught among the thorns and cannot escape them as I would. 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 keep rising until I leave life and time behind me, and indeed come away.