You float my ark.
Your eyes are doves.
Your lips distill nectar.
Bathsheba had nothing on you.
I put the “stud” in bible study.
Your name is perfume poured out.
I would part the red sea for you.
Me. You. Song of Songs: the remix.
For you I would slay two Goliaths.
I didn’t know angels flew this low.
Is it a sin that you stole my heart?
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
I just don’t feel called to celibacy.
Bible-Gateway happens to be my homepage.
I believe one of my ribs belongs to you.
You are perfect, except with all the sin.
You make me want to be a better Christian.
Mark Driscoll takes up 35% of my ipod memory.
You make the Queen of Sheba look like a hobo.
Want to practice speaking in tongues with me?
Here’s my number… Call me if you need prayer.
When I read philippians 4:8, I think about you.
If we were around with Noah… then you, me… pair.
I didnt believe in predestination until tonight.
You are so unblemished that I would sacrifice you.
How would you like to join my Purpose Driven Life?
If you say no, I will rip out my hair and my beard.
Is this the transfiguration? Because you are glowing.
The scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
I’m usually not very prophetic, but I can see us together.
My spiritual gift is my good looks… it lifts peoples spirits
It’s obvious to me that you sprouted from the good kinda soil.
Now I know why Solomon had 700 wives… Because he never met you.
What’s your name and number so I can add you to my “prayer” list?
I’m a proverbs 32 kind of guy and you’re a proverbs 31 kinda woman…
I went on a beach mission but all I ended up doing was mission you.
I’m pretty much considered an elder in the congregation these days.
How many times do I have to walk around you to make you fall for me?
Do you need prayer? because I am certainly willing to lay hands on you.
Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Is your name Faith? Cause you’re the substance of things I’ve hoped for.
Is it hot in here or is that just the Holy Spirit burning inside of you?
Let me sell you an indulgence because it’s a sin to look as good as you do.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.
So last night I was reading in the book of Numbers, and I realized… I don’t have yours!
I’m no Joseph… perhaps you can help me interpreting the dreams I’ve been having about you?
Unfortunately I cant perform miracles and I’ve only got enough bread and fish for 2 people.
The word says ‘Give drink to those who are thirsty, and feed the hungry’… how about dinner?
Look, you’re nearly 22. Most christians are 3 years into marriage by now… just settle for me.
I used to believe in natural theology, but since I met you I’ve converted to divine revelation.
I know its absurd, but every time I walk towards you, it feels like I’m being lead to Bethlehem.
I would leave 99 sheep to come and find you… and then I would carry you home joyfully on my shoulder
Your lips are like a crimson thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them is bereaved.