Battlements of Silver

Song of Solomon 8: 8-14 
We have a little sister,
      And she has no breasts.
      What shall we do for our sister
      In the day when she is spoken for?
If she is a wall,
      We will build upon her
      A battlement of silver;
      And if she is a door,
      We will enclose her
      With boards of cedar.

I am a wall,
      And my breasts like towers;
      Then I became in his eyes
      As one who found peace. 

Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon;
      He leased the vineyard to keepers;
      Everyone was to bring for its fruit
      A thousand silver coins.
 My own vineyard is before me.
      You, O Solomon, may have a thousand
      And those who tend its fruit two hundred.

You who dwell in the gardens,
      The companions listen for your voice—
      Let me hear it!
 Make haste, my beloved,
      And be like a gazelle
      Or a young stag
      On the mountains of spices.


Listen My Love, My Sister, My Bride, to the blessedness of the Union of the Man and his Wife in the eyes of God! A Battlement of Silver honors this woman who fiercely guarded her virtue. If ever there was a wife who deserved a Battlement of Silver it is you My Love! How I wish that my own heart had always been as jealously defended by me as yours by you! Like the Shulamite you have looked with disdain on all who had no place in your garden, ready to pierce with an arrow any who dared to try; Your heart you fiercely defended, and in that, neither your Husband nor your God will find any fault in you on the Day! Hear how she describes her breasts like towers: the places of strongest defense! But; and made me the only one among all the sons who could enter freely! How you have honored me above all others! How you have trusted and opened your heart! All that a man might give for love would be utterly despised, but you have blessed me above all others by giving me all that you have, making a covenant of peace before God, and granting me authority in all that is yours! How I wish that I had been worthy all these years! How I wish that I had understood and appreciated and known how blessed that truly I was and am! My Sister in Christ Jesus, and yet my Bride upon this earth, You have set yourself under me and made me lord of all that is yours! The wife of my Youth, You have been to me an Excellent Wife, and I have been to you like Nabal: a fool in your eyes! Yet how our God has blessed our oneness in giving to us seven beautiful children, and How He has richly blessed us with fruit of the womb! May each of these be deadly arrows that sink into the heart of the enemy! May not one of them fall short or fail to bite! May your face be lifted up by our Sovereign when at last you stand before Him, and may He have nothing but reward for all that you have given and done! May He strengthen your hands to the work, and your feet to do all that He has set before you, and all that He has placed in your heart! And may your Husband be found worthy to have been granted a covenant of peace with you while your eyes flash fiercely at all the sons!

Joyous indeed is this day above all others! May you overflow with Happiness today upon our 25th Anniversary, the Anniversary of Silver, and glory in your Rampart of Argent!

Happy Anniversary, My Sister, My Bride!
Happy 25th!