I once wrote a love song: traveled to a desert wasteland in search of an emerald treasure; found myself sinking in the quicksand of despondency; caught like a bird in the net of self-pity and deceived by the viper on the dunes of the Negev. Thirsty all the day long, cold in the night, my ears rang from the gusts of my weeping, a thousand Rachel’s crying in the streets of my homeland. Carrying the seal of love, I tarried onward. A million stars to brighten my path, swirling above my ship of hope. A cloud went before me by day, a fiery pillar by night. I walked onward.
There appeared, almost an illusion, an oasis of 12 wells and seventy palm tree’s. I sat down to rest a while under the shade there of. I drank in the pure crystal water of love.
My weary bones strengthened, I set back out on my journey. Soon thereof, I came upon a fork in the road; I took the crooked path leading up the mountain of bondage. Suddenly, my back was aching from the weight of all my worries and fears; the slave chains had appeared out of nowhere. Grace felt thunder and lighting made the earth begin to tremor, rebuking the dark cloud that hovered over me. Fearful now , I ran down the mountain and threw off the yoke of lies. In my haste, I also broke off the chain of fellowship that was hanging close to my heart.
I found my way back to the Cross. I wept. Repentance now drawn in the sand. Casting off the night burdens. A new path appeared. The way of Holiness that travels straight through the mountains and valley of light. Straight to the new country, a land flowing with milk and honey. I walked with a new song.