It must
have been a deathly dark
In that
wilderness called home
For there
were no lamps to light the path
Of the
desert place they roamed
As the land
they had to leave behind
Now faded
from their view
They
mumbled, grumbled, and complained
What are we
going to do?
Then God
called Moses to the mount
And gave to
him a plan
To show His
chosen what to do
And told
them they must stand
For good
and not for evil
For God and
God alone
He gave
plans for a dwelling place
So that He
would have a home
When he
came down to guide them
In His
glory and His power
And he led
them with the cloud by day
And by
night a pillar of fire
So they
brought the spoils of Egypt
And they
built as God designed
And he gave
a lowly carpenter
A gift from
God Divine
The ability
to oversee
This
heavenly creation
An earthly
home for the Great I Am
From which
He would lead the nation
Once a year
the high priest came
Into the
Father’s place
To offer a
blood sacrifice
This was
Atonement Day
For only by
the blood
Of one
spotless sacrifice
Were the
sins of man forgiven
By the Holy
God Most High
So they
wandered through the wilderness
For forty
years and then
God gave
them His permission
To take the
Promised Land
And over
many centuries
God’s
chosen people knew
That what
the Father promised
He would
surely do
Then one
night while shepherds watched
The sky was
filled with joy
As the
angels rang out welcome
For a Holy
Baby Boy
Who would
grow to be a carpenter
A gift from
God Divine
The Holy
Tabernacle
Who was
sent by God’s design
Because the
Father loves us
He sent His
only son
To complete
the tabernacle work
All
sacrifices done
For you see
God’s son named Jesus
Hung upon a
wooden cross
And He
looked through time to see us
Wretched,
broken, vile, and lost
And with
angels standing ready
To free
Christ from that tree
God the
Father turned His face
So our sin
He would not see
With
salvation’s work completed
As the
sacrifice lay slain
The last
Atonement Day was over
Only grace
would now remain
For the
sacrifice was not consumed
But rose to
live again
Now He is
seated by His Father
He’s my
Savior, Brother, Friend
So when all
of life surrounds me
With its
sadness and its pain
I lift my
eyes toward heaven
And my
heart begins to sing
For I’ve
seen a glimpse of glory
And I know
my God is real
There is
nothing that can touch me
That’s
beyond my Father’s will
©Joyce
Powell
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