There’s an ivory tower where we dare come low
Where all it seems perfect and never soiled clothes
The place at the well where a woman awaits
Needing forgiveness  some mercy and grace.

A place where the leper is touched by man’s hands
Where love manifests through woman and man
A place to reestablish another’s sure feet
Brushing them off to pursue destiny.

Yet… what I see most is polished so clean
Hands that are soft rarely ever working
For safe they have harbored themselves all away
From any low dwellings where others do stay.

So how then will Christ now impact a world
If clothes remain clean and never are soiled
If mingling and gathering become focused tasks
Never remembering the widows that lack.

That ivory tower must now be sound proof
From all of the cries of the hearts needing food
Fall on deaf ears for others to do
Yet Christ hears them day and night in His room.

So if thou is truly His and redeemed
Ye will come down from “high reasonings”
Wrestling much over the Hebrew and Greek
In ones ivory tower ...please come tend the sheep.

August 25, 2016

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Amos 6:3-8

“Woe to those who are at ease in Zion,
    and to those who feel secure on the mountain of Samaria,
the notable men of the first of the nations,
    to whom the house of Israel comes!
² Pass over to Calneh, and see,
    and from there go to Hamath the great;
    then go down to Gath of the Philistines.
Are you better than these kingdoms?
    Or is their territory greater than your territory,
³ O you who put far away the day of disaster
    and bring near the seat of violence?

⁴ “Woe to those who lie on beds of ivory
    and stretch themselves out on their couches,
and eat lambs from the flock
    and calves from the midst of the stall,
⁵ who sing idle songs to the sound of the harp
    and like David invent for themselves instruments of music,
⁶ who drink wine in bowls
    and anoint themselves with the finest oils,
    but are not grieved over the ruin of Joseph!
⁷ Therefore they shall now be the first of those who go into exile,
    and the revelry of those who stretch themselves out shall pass away.”

⁸ The Lord God has sworn by himself, declares the Lord, the God of hosts:

“I abhor the pride of Jacob
    and hate his strongholds,
    and I will deliver up the city and all that is in it.”