 Jesus is the Lily of the Valley. The lily of the valley mentioned in Song of Solomon is probably the white amaryllis. This flower is only three inches from the ground and has a drooping head. Henry Gariepy mentioned that this drooping head is emblematic of the humility of Christ as well as His mission. The lowly flowers of the field are ready to be trodden underfoot of man and crushed. Christ humbled Himself and died an ignominious death in the hands of sinners for your salvation and mine. Like the rose of Sharon, the lilies of the valley were especially sweet-scented. Their fragrance permeate the air with delightful scent for all to enjoy. The beautiful fragrance of the character of Jesus reflected in us is to be diffused to the world. The following hymn describes beautifully the humility and mission of Christ: Let me hear your message sweet, Tell of Christ the pure and holy, Bending as to touch His feet, Snowy lilies of the valley, Speak again your message rare; Testify to me of Jesus, Heaven's Lily, wondrous fair! Valley lilies, golden hearted, Love's sweet mission you fulfill, For you tell in perfumed language, How he wrought his Father's will. Valley lilies, cups inverted, Still the Master you proclaim: Empty of all pomp and glory, To redeem the world He came. --Flora Kirkland He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. In sorrow He's my comfort, in trouble He's my stay, He tells me every care on Him to roll; He's the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne; In temptation He's my strong and mighty tower; I have all for Him forsaken, and all my idols torn From my heart, and now He keeps me by His power. Though all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore, Through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal; He's the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, While I live by faith and do His blessed will; A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear, With His manna He my hungry soul shall fill. Then sweeping up to glory to see His blessed face, Where rivers of delight shall ever roll; He's the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. --English Melody I hope that as we behold the beauty and fragrance of the character of our Saviour that we will become like Him in character--that He will be everything to us--the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star, and the Fairest of ten thousand to our souls. 
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