I hear the sound that beckons to stop, come, and see.
Without hesitation, I search to find the one who calls to me.
In the mist and heat, the voice surrounds my every move.
Still, deeper in the valley below, the rushing waters are raging war.
I move around slow and calm, turning on each sound.
I close my eyes and nod my head. Perhaps my ears can lead me on.
However, with each turn and path I take, the site is alluding still.
Did I stray from the chosen path? Is this an allotted season for me?
The haze clears past the next bend. The sites are clearing too.
The beauty and the peace my heart and soul desires,
Gives way to the broken hearted of the lost and their cries.
Relentless pain and tears with no end. How much more can my eyes take in?
”Let me go! Let me go!” This is what I cry for me.
“Where were YOU when they cried for help? How blind can YOU be?”
In the instant when words abound. All that remains is silence and quiet –
Can there be any peace and joy left in these, any amount found?
I anxiously wait to see what more could possibly be seen this day.
Then suddenly the mist gives way to a chilly wind – and stillness captures me.
I look around to see from which way this wind has blown.
And in a flash I stand amazed – face to face – before the Restorer’s throne.
"Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge?
Dress for action like a man; I will question you, and you make it known to me.*
With each word, my voice faded. With each breath, His eye pierced me to my knees.
"Behold, I am of small account; what shall I answer you? I lay my hand on my mouth.
I have spoken once, and I will not answer.” **
He saw that there was no man, and wondered that there was no one to intercede;
Then His own arm brought Him salvation, and His righteousness upheld Him.
He put on righteousness as a breastplate, and a helmet of salvation on His head;
He put on garments of vengeance for clothing, and wrapped Himself in zeal as a cloak. ~
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news,
Who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation,
Who says to Zion, "Your God reigns." The voice of your watchmen — they lift up their voice;
Together they sing for joy; for eye to eye they see the return of the LORD to Zion.~~
As the dawn began to break, a new day’s sun began to rise.
As I engaged in the beauty around, I heard the familiar water beckon me again.
“On your walls, O Jerusalem, I have set watchmen;
All the day and all the night they shall never be silent.” ~~~
In an instant, I am back to the place I was before.
Trembling, weak, humbly afraid of the sights entrusted to me.
Thank you, O LORD, for this meeting and hearing every plea.
For such a time as this, you called me out for war in the heavenly.
* Job 38:2-3 ** Job 40:4-5
~ Isa 59:165-17 ~~ Isa 52:7-8 ~~~Isa 62:6
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