Wednesday, February 18, 2009
By Ramone - February 15, 2009
One day I was reading over the Messianic prophecy in Genesis 49:10-12, and I was oddly stopped by the detail about His teeth:
His eyes will be darker than wine,I couldn't explain it, but I was suddenly halted here visualizing His teeth. As I wondered at this, I suddenly saw His teeth grimacing in pain as He hung upon the Cross, and I was overcome with weeping (as I am now typing this). Those perfect teeth, that perfect Man, crying out in pain as He carried our sins for us on the Cross. I looked over at the Song of Songs (5:10-16), through the in-love eyes of the Bride's...
His teeth whiter than milk.
My Beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.Here is this Beautiful One. Here He is in agony for us.
His head is purest gold; His hair is wavy and black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves by the water streams,
washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume.
His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
His arms are rods of gold set with topaz.
His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli.
His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
His mouth is sweetness itself; He is altogether lovely.
This is my Beloved, this is my Friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
I am just overcome. I am broken. I am hurt, but not like You were, My Beloved. Thank You, thank You so much.
See also: "One Righteous, One Wronged" (at Weeping Jeremiahs)