The Shulamite's song...

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
-the Postal Service

"smeared black ink: your palms are sweaty and I'm barely listening to last demands
i'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am

i'll wear my badge: a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
that tells your new friends i am a visitor here: i am not permanent
and the only thing keeping me dry is where i am

you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with a door key explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving

d.c. sleeps alone tonight

you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with a door key explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
the district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving"

I love this song.

Often we think we need to beg God to let us back, that we stand pounding at his door screaming for him to let us in. The song doesn't get to this part, but pretty much if God is anything at all as wonderful as the girl at whose door this guy is singing this song, He will welcome us back and d.c. won't sleep alone ever again. May you realize you are the one worth leaving, but that you are never left. May you always be a vistor in the world which you find yourself and may the Spirit of the Shulamite dwell richly in your heart, soul, mind and body as you respond to your Great Lover in the deepest of embraces. May you get lost in His eyes and intoxicated by His embrace. And as always, as you and He get ever closer, may the Great Romance ever increase!

AMEN!

Daniel