There are times when honestly I can not hold back the tears. At times I know they are pure joy and love for all Christ is with me, for me, and in me. Then other times I am all too familiar with the deep sorrow of heart. It has taken me some years to understand that if the JOY of the LORD is our strength…..meaning as He lives in us and His joy swells we will too experience His Joy….for He dwells in us….that certainly we will also feel His sorrow. Sorrow for the nation, sorrow over sin, sorrow over our lack of belief after all He has done for us…and sorrow at times we may not even understand.
As I sat in church Sunday, this overwhelming sorrow came. I felt it subtly stirring but as the end of service came I could no longer hold it back. Deep calls unto deep…and I could have taken hours to allow the river to flow at His sweet altar. Not until later in the evening did I realize He was working a poem out of me. You see every song and every poem is more than just this…they are messages from His heart. We are a people conditioned to only receive messages at certain times on certain days,etc.. …never looking and listening to His voice from the wilderness. Boy can He ever speak int he most unusual way and at the most unusual time! He is always speaking to us! Thru creation, other people, music, circumstances, and even poetry:) He is so deeply teaching me thru this new season with Him. His Spirit is so vibrant and spontaneous…and I just don’t want to miss His voice.
Sadly, we no longer recognize Him speaking because we have decided in our society He only speaks through a certain way and certain people….therefore we hear not His word and heart. He uses all kinds of people to accomplish His will. We need much discernment..but also a quickening of His Spirit. We may see something as lovely and beautiful..eloquent and cherished…and never hear the voice of the Lord. Often we are the people rejecting His Word… I too am guilty!!!
Christ has been stirring in my heart deeply a series of message “Rebuiding the Ruins.” I have yet to share all I have learned in a recently past valley season. This wilderness birthed beautiful melodies and poetic messages that could have come from no other place. I have waited for some time for the timing of the Lord to share the deep truths He lovingly showed my heart while in sorrow. If you are interested in this coming series of messages, please email info@shellywilson.com and we will place you on the list to receive each post as it is written. May He mold us into that which He desires us to be….forever taking us from glory to glory:)
Tears do swell inside my soul
Fight them back, yet lose control
So unsure of why they’ve come
Personal pain …or Saviors love?
At times they run and jump thy cliff
Pouring over rocks that drift
Puddles swirl likened to lakes
Soon come waves and oceans make.
Father tell me anguish why?
Is this the echos of My Saviors cry?
Grip Thy daughters heart so tight
Wrenching gut and wales in night.
Help mine eyes to see Thine heart
Why you weep …as face I blot.
Tell me now O precious Lord
Is Thou Spirit grieved and sore?
From the deep you calleth forth
Tidal waves press to shore
O this vessel weak and frail
Must give way Your ship to sail.
Set my face upon Thy gaze
Why Thy tears engulf and shake
Power swells and cracks thy mold
Gushing tears consume and flow.
Hear I do Thy cries of heart.
Bellows deep from blood bought scars
Reckoning with darks that fight
Flashing gates of Hell with light.
Feel the darkness little one
Turn their faces to the Son
Wickedness is close to home
Tears they fall from Heaven’s throne.
(Shelly Wilson, April 26, 2015)
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