How sweet it is upon the mount with Christ. Just as Moses experienced..His presence can leave you with such radiance aglow. I often would like to stay in my little closet..for it’s safe there with my Father. But there is a time to rise…and go. Do His bidding we must… otherwise, we feed ourselves daily..yet never put into practice the living Word. We feed upon the Word…but remain hearers only..yet we are called to be doers as well..yes?
The valleys seem to rain an urgency of heart to reach others..the hurting, the lost, the broken. We seem to get a bit sidetracked with ourselves upon the mounts…never gazing upon those in need. Maybe it’s why the mountain tops are fleeting…while the valley is a place of lingering…for it is where our hearts are tilled up and new seed sown…seed that makes us tender to that which His heart is set upon. The faces He grieves over as He watches them in sorrow.
So if we must ..let us “come down” to do as Christ did…to tend the sheep…
Thy mountains they seem not to last very long
But valleys they seem to drag on and on
Yet what a secret mystery
Father’s plowing His field
A beautiful fruit…a harvest to yield.
Preparing Thy soil is a tedious work
Hands to the plow turning much dirt
Scattering Thy seed which soon is to grow
Takes gentle care and causes a groan..
If Moses had stayed high forever more
How would He then share the Glory of the Lord?
Down to the depths to a valley He came
For it was where people gathered in shame.
His presence is sweet from lofty altitudes
But sweeter is He when He’s shared and consumed.
Compelling hearts of those in darkened despair
Grabbing their hands and walking their stairs.
Easy it is for worship in quiet
But can thou still worship when times get dire.
Yes oh pray. ..in fervent travail
But we must come down
As did the hands pierced with nails.
(©May 18, 2015)
