awaken me softly

"I charge you, O daughters... do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases." -Song of Songs

I am young and I sleep
resting in my Father's arms
a garden enclosed
a lily among thorns
the secrets of my heart
and the song I sing
are still unshared,
still only for my King

Awaken me slow
oh, waken me softly
be gentle in persuading
if you're winning my heart

if I call you beloved,
will you call me sister first
if I let you in,
I know that it will hurt
I'm scared and I am stubborn
but I'm drawn to your gaze
this could be a holy fire
I want to know, can you be wise?

Awaken me slow
oh, waken me softly
be gentle in persuading
if you're winning my heart

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