It rained yesterday in the city that I am from. It was something different about the rain. It was as if what was happening in the natural was a direct parallel of what was happening in the spirit. I heard the question "Do you still love me?" and my response was a melody that poured from me in song "You ask me if I love you still; I always will, I always will, you're my desire I belong to you, my one and only this love is true, I hear you asking...if I love you still, I always will, I always will".
Song of Solomon 3
The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth ?