Isaiah 17:7. “At that day shall a man look to his Maker, and his eyes shall have respect to the Holy One of Israel.”
WHEN ALL IS GONE. Wandering people – looking for a stray animal – anyone will do They walk the barren fields looking for a head of grain For anything that might have been overlooked – just anything They are climbing trees to see if there is a single olive – a piece of fruit One or two high in the tops – maybe unseen by previous searchers Each tree is searched; each field walked; each hidden place searched There is none to be found except one or two tantalizing pieces The gods; the idols are ignored – they look to their Maker in desperation.
They walk the city streets and find them empty – abandoned People have fled in fear – and then in acts of vain hope, into the earth, plant slips And watch them grow and their hopes rise – but there is no fruit there. Sounds of grief and hopelessness rise like a moaning wind - And they try to find God to help them to survive – but not to worship Their groans and cries for pity come from their stomachs, not their hearts
They say the words without the meaning; go through forms; not reality Even when all is gone – without repentance – they look to their Maker in fear.
It still is the same: unconcerned, ungodly, unrepentant people Live without thought or concern for God's will, until it happens - Where their house stood, there is now a pile of broken boards and dreams Others see cement foundations where a house was, now washed away in the current And they ask, “Where is God? Why did He allow this to happen to me”? Never considering God had been asking for a lifetime, “Where are you?” Some confess without shame or guilt, “This is what I lived for!” And they wonder at and accuse, God their Maker.
The God of grace and mercy gave them life and sustained them In compassion and covering love for all these years maintained them When outside forces of nature or evil arose, He contained them When blessings abundant poured out on them, He arranged them When things went well and pleasures abounded, they ignored their Maker When education flourished and they thought they knew more, they abhorred their Maker When sickness came and doctors could not help, they implored their Maker Now when all is gone, all they can do is to humbly bow before their Maker.
“I marvel at Thy grace, O God, when the invitation to come and take the water of life is still extended to 'whosoever will.' I know I do not deserve the blessing of eternal life after knowing all my life, of its reality. I just didn't bother to seek. I am so grateful for Thy mercy. I thank Thee, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen.”