6/16/15
The box of mystery
Shielded from their eyes and hearts
The ultimate picture of God's atonement and grace
Hidden by ignorance was the excitement in His face
How could He tell them His wonderful truths
When the box with the angels, manna, law, and rod
Could kill, save, and teach but couldn't reach their hearts?
He took the plunge and tore the curtain
You are now the box sprinkled with the Lamb's blood
Overshadowed by the majestic Cheribum wings
All He is, the life, law, and mystery in you
Don't look for the old box and what it represents
You are the box, You are the plan
Whoever goes against or touches you touches the apple of His eye
Give Him time. He will make this truth real to you.
I saw a picture of the Ark of The Covenant at the house of my friends. The topic of the Ark was on my mind and this poem came out. I then randomly opened my bible to 1 Chronicles 15 and it is the story of the Ark being brought to the Tabernacle by David. The reminder is that while we couldn't understand or connect with God's plan before, after the cross God has made us the temple and the Ark is symbolic of what we now are. We are born up for the world to see. We contain His life, sustenance, and law. We are His precious plan.
