Baca – November 20, 2005 /denise (by inspiration)

Why have you gone / The way of wayward men, Blair? / When you’ve walked with God /  And known His love, / Why have you fallen back /To the wayward side /

Where He came to rescue you?

To understand, I remind myself / Of my own injurious fall /

And how by grace now my walk / Is made more solid, more sure.

You rejoiced with Christ, / For a while. / You felt His loving touch. / He held you captive /In a place of love, beauty / A place of grace and purity! / Why did you give it up? /

What earthly thing / Perishing as it is / Could be so spellbinding / As to take you from /

The richness of his promises and the everlasting joy / Of walking alongside of Him /

In His Kingdom?

How did the road to freedom / Become marred, wearisome? /

What, in the road of destruction / Could have such enticement?

Once again enjoined with men / & women that walk in darkness

Why do I care? / I shouldn’t weep for you. / But as I pass through / The valley of Baca

Making my pilgrimage / Toward Zion / God tugs at my heart / Sending an ache there,

His pain He wants you to know. / His sorrow. He won’t let go. / It runs deep. He cares.

Every day that you linger / With sinners yet unsaved / The nails are driven deeper. /

Don’t linger there in this place / Of defeat. Of deceit. / Of false promises. /

Those who are with you / In the house, taking communion / - In things impure, unholy - /

Are they not the ones / He wants through your story, / To save. Yes, to rescue?

Not enjoin. Not to aid / In the devils’ game – /

Infamy. Destruction. Shame. Sorrow and Pain. No gain!

It is not too late, brother Blair / To turn back the clock, /

And The promises to claim. / To come to God, the Father. /

To come to the Shepherd / Who leads in straight paths / Of righteousness.

And, it is not too early! / He will turn the demise, / That the enemy of your soul /

Means for harm. / God will turn it for good.

He will show you, of pure gold, / That which passes purified, /

Unscathed through the fire.

If you will only, quickly / Come back. Turn the tide

Yes He can, redeem the time! / But the devil knows

The longer you linger / The deeper His hold.

Come Blair / The promises of God are true.

And they are kept for you. / Kept, in heavenly places,

Stored, each promise, / To redeem in seasonal time.

Why does it matter? / Why do I care / That you linger there?

I shouldn’t weep. / But look up, / On the hill, at Golgotha?

Was His blood not shed / On the cross there? /

Was He not pierced / For our transgressions?

Yes! And His side was pierced / And the water flowed /

So a tear I shed, / His bidding thus made bold./ In His name, “Come Blair!” /   

With tears, the place of springs / Grows strong till it reaches

My source, my God, in Zion.

Come join the pilgrimage. / The kitchen at Followers’ Mission

Is but a short passageway. Other Adventurous places will unfold

To rebuild you, remake you / Of the special intended beauty,

Reflecting His glory, / A calling to give you, / And a partner to share it /

On the road to Zion.

The road is not wearisome, / Look. There! Don’t you see her?

A promise, A young bride. / She walks, expectantly believing.

The promises to meet you, / So She passes / through the Valley of Baca, dreaming.

Of her husband yet unknown, / And children for the Kingdom.

Already in her vision, she sees. / They look a little like him – Blair.

Or is that the Son’s glare, / In her eyes?

Sweet, gleeful, laughing children / Care of renewed father & mother

The promises are true / Kept for her, and you.

Baca means weeping. / Weeping is but a night,

Rejoicing comes in the morning. / Come Blair, where things

Awaiting fulfilment are aright.

Read psalms 84 / 51 / 30