"Fear God, Love God, Serve God": "Alone With God"

"And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time

to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation

nearer than when we believed."

(Romans 13:11)

Noah knew more than anyone what it was like to be the oldest man left, for as the waves roared, he must have felt the depth of that word "alone." As the waters tossed his "home" to and fro, he must have suddenly grasped the definition of "the unknown." The time has come, this "as it was in Noah's day," to sojourn with our Lover, the Lover of our souls, for the days are dark and trying. We're fighting the devil and his imps, the forces of evil at every turn; and our world of souls is lost and dying. "Come to Me," says the Lord, in the whispers among the shadows; lay your head upon My chest and trust. I AM your only source of peace, your calm in the thunder, and "believing I will protect you" is a must.

"Walk with Me alone," says our Love, "And, hear My voice in the

night;" He's hovering close, during this groan

If we are afraid, it's our own fault, for His left hand is under our

heads, and His right hand embraces His own

There's light in the shadows, as we hunger for Him stronger; He seems to wrap us in a cocoon of wonder. We hear the coos of our Master and the swoosh of angels' wings, while the world hears claps of roaring thunder. As we walk alone with Him, He tells us His secrets and His plans, in prophetic nuances of His Holy essence. We are so speechless in the silence, with only His voice and His touch, as we reach a pinnacle of His presence.

Our hearts beat with the cadence of His voice, as He mentions His

love in such romantic tones, that come from above

It seems we have entered another place, holiness is prevalent and

earth's blackness is replaced with a white dove

Perfect peace surrounds us in this solitary place, and we dare not move; we want it to last forever, and not cease. We've grown accustomed to His warmth and His gentle love to His beloved, as we feel the burdens' release. Oh, if only the world could feel this and know the Love of their Holy Creator; they would come running with no doubt. The Lord longs for that encounter with every soul He formed from "dust;" that's what He's talking about.

He can't help but convey His plea, while we walk alone together,

that we must bring others to Him, and soon

We're moved by His compassion for His lost ones, and we weep

together alone, with just the light of the moon

Suddenly, we realize our God is lonely; He misses His bride and longs for the trumpet sound, too. We know our time is coming to a close; we sense the morning light pouring in, with sprinkles of morning dew. Clinging to our Lord, we cry that we don't want Him to go; He says that He'll be back; He loves our time alone. As we feel that closeness lift, we pray love's sweet refrain, in a lonely lilt of craving, and a sorrowful groan.

He's still with us, we know, but there's something about that time

alone with Him; it pulls us to the mountain

On that misty aerie crag, we taste Love's perfection, placing

ourselves in position, under an overflowing fountain

It's what we will know for all of eternity one day, when He comes in the twinkling of an eye, and whisks us away. Let it be soon, is our Maranatha cry, as we look up for a sign in the moonlit sky, and we yearn for Him as we pray. But, still it's hard to leave that place where just the two of us met, and waltzed among the clouds. It was far from the "Noah's day" in which we live, so utterly wicked and so loud. Noah missed those mocking people as he worshiped God, feeling the rocking Ark come to rest, when the waters at last returned to dry sod. So, we know what's coming for people who will not serve their Creator; we feel our hearts beat for the Harvest, while we groan for them to seek to be "Alone With God."