Nothing truly compares to the Lord Jesus, but the spouse uses the best she can find. We understand his deity through his head, as 'the head of Christ is God.' Even the purest gold falls short of describing someone so precious, pure, dear, and glorious. Jesus isn't just a grain of gold, but a vast, priceless treasure beyond anything in earth or heaven. Creatures are like iron and clay; they'll perish like wood, hay, and stubble. Yet, the everlasting Head of creation will shine forever.

In him, there's no impurity, no hint of imperfection. He is infinitely holy and entirely divine. His bushy locks show his strength and vigor. There's nothing delicate about our Beloved. He's the most manly of men. Bold as a lion, diligent as an ox, swift as an eagle. He's the embodiment of every beauty, though once despised and rejected by men. His head is the finest gold with a sweet, secret fragrance. His curly locks are as black as a raven's plume. His glory remains untouched, eternally crowned with unmatched majesty.

The black hair reflects youthful vitality, for Jesus carries the dew of eternal youth. While others age and weaken, he remains as Melchizedek, a priest forever. Others come and go, but he stays, God on his throne forever. Tonight, let us gaze upon him in adoration. If angels fix their gaze on him, how can we, the redeemed, turn our eyes away?

Where else can we find such a Beloved? Let nothing disturb this hour of fellowship with him. Away with intruding cares! Jesus draws me, and I run to him.