So grieved my Heart as I watched your back
Turn from following my commands.
My Head I hung; My Hands were wrung in
Sheer and utter helplessness as I saw
You walk away on another’s arms in travesty – My very
The scars that My Son bore, the pain and agony
That He endured, the days that seemed like years
Of separation from My Own – and I turned My
Back on Him at the pleasure of having you –
You: your praise, your song, your good deeds and
Works of love.
My anger burned at your pleasure, short-lived, fleeting –
Well, I knew. None can turn his face from
Me and be happy, joyful, and content for long – the
Day of Judgment waited, and I wondered how far
Would you wander off from the path of the sheer delight of
Year in and out, I pleaded. Sent you My men of God
To woo and warn, yet you went blissfully on
In your way of sin and shame, profaning my glory
And tarnishing my Name. You: My delight, My joy, My song –
You: My watchman, My spokesperson, My treasure. Close to my
Heart, yet O
So far away.
“I’m sorry, Lord. Help me…this life is too difficult to bear.”
Did I imagine it? Were you calling on Me?
Imploring My help? Seeking My Face? Knocking on My
Heart’s Door? I waited, enthralled…to see what you would do.
Yet you pleaded, calling out My Name, how could I not come
My reached out Hand you grasped, and ever so gingerly.
Eager you were to be back in My Arms in loving
Relationship with Me. I wept for joy at your salvation.
Your faith caused Me to want to sing a song
Over you – a song of deliverance that would taunt the enemy all
Safe in the Arms of God. Relief from the world’s pressures.
Again my delight, erasure of shame, brought to the Light,
Out of darkness’ realm. You: my Lord & King. What a reason to sing!
You: Kindness & mercies unfathomable – to forgive one like me.
Never will I forget You, Lord; help me ne’er to walk away.
Sheer delight! Song in the night! Prince of Peace & Everlasting King!
Joy of my Soul! Constant Friend! The reigns of heart & soul, I give.
Close as Your Name’s whisper tenderly upon my lips.
You voice in answer in the early hours so soft, so still, so sweet.
The dripping of Your oil of joy anoint to do Your Will.
I press into Your secret place as Your Will
For my life is quietly unfolded.
This message of personal encounter with God after a gross failure to accomplish what He has prescribed for us to do (or not do) shows that today as through the history of mankind that God is lovingly involved with us and is seeking ways to bring mankind back to Himself. My prayer is that you may come to know Him as intimately as He wants you to know Him – in real, true fellowship with all the “stops” removed.
From My Israel: My Bride, My Own, Copyright 2011 Sarah D Johnson
Used by Permission.