Jesus has a crush on you

Jesus has a crush on you

       Jesus has a crush on you
       Jesus has a crush on me
       His passion for you drove Him to Calvary
       He died with a broken heart there for you and for me
       He wants you to know Him
       He wants you to be free from sin

Jesus chose to be crushed with your sin and mine
His compassion reaches beyond all sense of time
I just weep when I remember what He suffered for me
Thankful tears of joy stream down my cheeks

Do you sense the fragrance of the crushed Rose of Sharon?
It's His Holy Spirit that He wants you to share in
Lift up your eyes and hands right now to The Lord
Jesus wants to fill you with His Holy Ghost!

Just let His awesome love crush your heart like a hug
Then you will feel His healing hand, His tender touch
Later you'll understand that Jesus is alive in your heart
Thank You Jesus for forgiveness, for a brand new start

Before you know it,
you'll have a crush on Him

--bro. tim pickl
Saturday March 26, 2005 A.D.

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Song of Solomon

[1] I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
[2] As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
[3] As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons.
        I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
[4] He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
[5] Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
[6] His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
[7] I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field,
        that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
[8] The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
[9] My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall,
        he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
[10] My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
[11] For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
[12] The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and
         the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
[13] The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
         Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
[14] O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs,
         let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and
         thy countenance is comely.
[15] Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
[16] My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
[17] Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a
         roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.