February 11, 1971/Lily
There is a way in the wilderness
Made by the hand of Yah-
A thorn-crossed path, spotted with tears,
Along Calvary's road.
It is a place of utter self-denial,
Following closely the footsteps He trod.
The way- it grew so weary-
Heartaches were many along the road;
The lessons learned and taught by Yah
Sometimes became heavy and hard;
These are all but a means of perfecting
And molding the child of Yah.
Fear not, weary one, the battles
As you learn to overcome the trials:
Your call in life is to be like Him;
You'll be strengthened and renewed by the hand of Yah,
As you realize the price He paid.
Without the tests and trials He's allowed you to bear,
My child, you would never have known
The merciful love of your Savior and Redeemer;
Were it not for His way of perfecting
And sharing a touch of the way He trod,
Dear little one in Yahshua, you could not understand what He bore
As up Calvary's hill He trod.
Yahshua would say to you, "Hold fast and listen!
Sit and learn at My nail-scarred feet:
There are many deep truths I would teach you,
As in obedience you lean on Me.
Yea, I am the Master teacher
And I will conform you to My will;
Fear not as you see the mountains and trials
That try to overtake you along the way.
Yahweh My Father knows your footsteps;
He alone knows every heartache you bear-
Oh, Dear one, it's all a part of His pattern
To perfect the Living Messiah in you."