If

If God were to smile upon me as in the days of old If he gentled my step and blessed me with soft spoken reassurances of love— If He were to rise on my behalf with righteous indignation, and only a portion of my enemy’s curses smote me and tore at my hard-won peace— If His hedge of protection set boundaries on the evil which walks by day and never sleeps by night— If once more I heard the sweet strains of serenading love calling me forth from my hiding place, and no amount of head lowering could shake this hound of heaven’s ardent pursuit: oh! how my heart would stir within, bringing me to my knees in soul submission. I would rise and bestir myself seeking Him whom my soul desires above all others; I would shake the dust of this earth from my feet and making haste would run to meet Him: my soul my darling my lover, once more.