I call to you, My beloved,

Come to Me and know Me,

See Me for who I am,

Who I am,

And you can know Me.

There once was a veil

Between you and I,

Your sin separated us.

But I tore that veil,

From top to bottom,

With My body, My blood, My life.

 

But My people are still behind the veil.

They stay a distance away from Me.

I call to My beloved,

"Come to the garden alone; I will be there."

I call to My beloved,

"Be my bride, not just my servant."

 

But they stand behind the veil,

"We are servants."

The veil which keeps Me out,

From the intimacy which I seek with My beloved.

I am your Husband;

I take the veil from your face

With My blood.

Come to the garden and find Me.