“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” (Song of Sol. 2:1414O 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. (Song of Solomon 2:14)). His dove knows where the secret places of safety are in the towering clefts of the rock—the rugged terrain, the steep precipices. By guidance of the Holy Spirit, she knows where the place of safety is — His wounded side.
During the days of deep trial, she nestles in safety in His arms of love at His wounded side. The timid, fluttering dove securely rests while the storm passes. Would she lose her hold in her place of safety? No, He holds her, or all around would be lost. These are the everlasting arms. Are we enjoying them? Or are we making our own way, leaning on this poor, helpless world, when the Lord asks us to trust Him?
No bird of prey can molest His dove. She trusts Him, so safety is sure. Have we learned this? She is in the place of safety, without fear. Could the arms of this world provide us with more safety than the everlasting arms? We know Him only in the measure that we trust Him (1 John 2:33And when they wanted wine, the mother of Jesus saith unto him, They have no wine. (John 2:3)).
C. E. Lunden