Come Into My Room

Come into my room, Sweetheart. Come into my room and dine.  I, myself, will serve the bread. I’ll bring the salad and the wine.

And when I see you are through, I’ll serve the main course to you.

 

I will tend to you in the dining chamber like the fine waiter does.  At the fine restaurant you won’t be ashamed.  

 Turn the pages, my Dear, let me feed you your fill;  choice morsels, rich blends with the sage or the dill.

Let me surprise you by quenching your thirst. Let me awaken your hunger for more. Then come again, and I’ll wait at the door.

Your love, O Eternal One, towers high into the heavens.
    Even the skies are lower than Your faithfulness.
6 Your justice is like the majestic mountains.
    Your judgments are as deep as the oceans, and yet in Your greatness,
    You, O Eternal, offer life for every person and animal.
Your strong love, O True God, is precious.
    All people run for shelter under the shadow of Your wings.
8 In Your house, they eat and are full at Your table.
    They drink from the river of Your overflowing kindness.
9 You have the fountain of life that quenches our thirst.
    Your light has opened our eyes and awakened our souls. Psalms 36:5-9

A Peaceful Lil' Ditty in May

In the cleft of the rock I lay down.

The world thrashes and throws, I sleep sound.

Behind the surges and sounds

Peace surrounds.

In the cleft of the rock I lay down.

In the light of Your Word I stand tall.

With a handhold and staff

I don’t fall

Let rivers empty on me

But soon they will see

That in the light of Your Word I stand tall.

In the garden the plantings grow strong

Like the lilies and vines, I belong

Toward the sun’s glow we go

And all men will know

That in the garden the plantings grow strong

Light is a Beacon of Love

The light outside is muted by cloud cover today in May.  Verdant leaves are shaky-shaking on limbs outside my window, hinting of the spring breezes.  I was out in the yard early when only a dim outline of the farm was visible, and only the hint of the coming morning could be seen, yet the faintest light had set the birds all to singing.  The dimness was warm and full of a chorus.  I think light is a beacon of love, and even the faint glow of predawn has the power to erupt the morning with song.

When He launched forth the first words in the story of Him and humanity, I think God launched a beacon of His love for eternity, “Let there be light”. Out of His throbbing love-heart He spoke His ancient love language, “Let there be light” and through the misted window I see it today.

I search the words of ole’ Merriam-Webster to explore some more. A beacon is a signal fire commonly on a hill, tower, or pole, they say. It’s a lighthouse or other signal for guidance, and it is a source of light or inspiration. Yes, I think it’s HIS beacon of love sitting here in my room lit now with the rising sun, the waking kind. It is a beacon to God.

He lit up our world before giving us eyes to see it.  When He spoke the light, he spoke a comfort for every generation to come. He spoke the way forward in Him. 

In the light He spoke out His kindest intentions for the earth, a glow that feeds us, shows us the way, comforts us in the midnight hour, and shines to make a new day.  Light is a beacon of love…I just like to say it.  And if you are surrounded by it, if your face is warmed in its rays, if you can see the words lit up on this screen then you know some about a beacon and you know a bit about an ancient love story that’s pages begin in light.

God: ³ Let there be light.

And light flashed into being. 4 God saw that the light was beautiful and good, and He separated the light from the darkness. Genesis 1:3-4