Song Lyrics...Valley of Decision

 Posted by Lisa Laree to Catching the Mosquito

I had a bee in the bonnet to dig through some past writing and came upon these lyrics I wrote back in 2015.  I had a tune in mind for it...but that has long slipped my mind.  However, the  imagery of the roads that just get farther apart the farther they go really struck me....the paths are farther apart today than they were 10 years ago....

Valley of Decision --- 7/2015 (Joel 3:14)

 

V1 -  The stakes are getting higher; can’t ignore the choice

          Between the clamor of the culture and God’s still and tender voice

          In the Valley of Decision all the roads diverge

          No compromise can bridge the gap; opposites can’t merge

           In the valley…the valley of decision

 

Chorus:   Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision

                 The day of the Lord is near in the valley of decision

                  Find the truth, find the truth in the valley of decision

                  Guard it close, hold it dear in the valley of decision

                  In the valley of decision

 

V2 -  The sands of time drain away, there’s nowhere to hide

          See the choices growing sharper – small and narrow, large and wide

          In the valley of decision don’t be led astray

          The default path will lead to death; choose the one true way!

          In the valley, the valley of decision

 

Bridge:   Stand strong!  Stand long!

                Stand upon the Word of God!

                 Fix your eyes on Jesus Christ

                 There’s vict’ry in the hand of God!

What happened to Moses? What if....

 Posted by Lisa Laree to Catching the Mosquito

It's been over two decades since I finished BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) or at least the courses offered then.  7 years of detailed Bible Study; I still recommend it.  The last class I did was Life of Moses, and, as I studied him, I began to wonder what happened when he walked up Mount Nebo that last time...and wondered if maybe God answered the request he had made many years earlier...  I think I have published this on one of the other blogs, but it may have been a Facebook note.  

This is from 2002.

                                Crossing Over

                                               

I was foolish when I was young; I ran from my folly and hid until he called me.

I was yet foolish when he called me – “Send someone else!”

But he would not.  Instead he gave me my own staff,

a charge to bring his people out of slavery,

                                and a promise to be with me.

And he told me his name, and I went.

 

Only one request of mine did he deny –

                to blot out my name from his book

                                if the people’s sin was unforgivable.

But he said no –  those who sinned against him

                would be blotted out of the book

I could not substitute my name for theirs—

And the people suffered a plague for what they had done.

 

Only one request did he partly fulfill –

                ‘Show me your glory!’ I begged,

                                Desiring to see at last the face behind the voice

                                To know even as I was known.

But he said he would show me his goodness instead,

                For no man could look on his face and live—

And he proclaimed his name as he passed by the shelter he gave me.

I saw only his back, and it was too wondrous to describe.

 

All the rest he granted.  Every last one.

He sent the plagues on Egypt, gave us water when there was none,

Sent his own presence with us, healed my sister…year after year,

                What I asked for, he gave. You’d think the people would’ve noticed the pattern.

But each hardship seemed to confuse their memory—

                Egypt, they remembered as a place of comfort and plenty (They were slaves!)

                The miraculous provision they’d had since they left there they remembered not at all.

 I finally lost my temper and hit the rock.  Twice.

                He had told me to simply speak.

                                What can I say?  I was wrong.

At the very end, I asked one more favor -- to be allowed to go in and see the land beyond the Jordan.

But that request only made him angry; I will get no special dispensation.

I must bear the consequences of my own sin…just like the rest of my generation.

So now I am foolish in my old age, and Joshua will lead the people into their inheritance.

 

It has been a long walk from Egypt.

                One more walk up the mountain to gaze into the land I on which I will never walk.

It is a good land, and green.  If the people learn obedience, they will do well there.

 

Here I am.  Yes, Lord, I remember asking to see your glory.

                Do you mean NOW?

 

Ah, my Lord and my God! The glory!  The glory! The glory…!

 

But, you said no one could see your face and live…

                Why are you laughing?

                I did?

 

Oh.  I hadn’t noticed.