Tuesday, May 24, 2016

LETTER TO EZEKIEL

LETTER TO EZEKIEL

Prophet, how could you know God Most High and yet encounter grief so low?
How could you, oh man of God, take a walk through the valley of dry bones? 

How could you, oh great prophet, soar high with life's greatest Treasure,
Only to land so hard on the ground amongst destruction and death that is multiplied without measure? 

Aren't you mighty, sir? Aren't you great?
Then why do you, of all people, have to enter through this gate? 

Aren't you God's trusted? Aren't you His friend? 
Then why do you, great prophet, have to stand in the reward of ungodly men? 

You've been separated! Ezekiel, you walk with The Lord of Hosts.
A man called by Eternity carried into the pit of Hell to share his life with ghosts? 

You talk to God in private. He knows you by name!
Now, you stand in Death. Tell me, oh man of God, are you ashamed?

Why, mighty prophet, has this become your reality? 
You were just with God! Now, you're walking in the wages of sin in all of its totality! 

You are alive, but these people are dead. 
You don't belong there, Ezekiel. Your lungs are still moving, your blood is still red. 

Oh, great prophet, help me understand.
You fly with the universe's Creator yet you're walking in Dead Man's Land.

Oh, mighty man of God, help me to see.
You hear God's voice yet you're talking to bones that refuse to breathe. 

Oh, Ezekiel, help me to know.
How do you know God the way you do yet you're in that valley so low? 

EZEKIEL'S RESPONSE: 

Why would I care for a people in which I've never tasted their pain?
How can I understand the depth of their death if I've never been slain? 

You tell me, oh daughter of God, is greatness found in preservation?
To save myself, protect myself, and know no devastation? 

How small a life would I live if I lived it only for myself? 
A book littered with truth and not a single page torn perfectly polished on the shelf. 

No, my highest of days have been discovered in the valley of dry bones.
I found my purpose, I touched Love's face the moment my laughter turned to groans.

I, the great prophet, in my pain am telling a story of what is to come.
There is a King who will step down to Hell to die. He's known as God's Son.  

Yes, this man of God was carried into darkness to feel the emptiness of Hell.
Shallow people mark this as God's rejection. No! It's proof! I know Him well! 

God led me to walk among my people's bones so my rock hard heart would break.
How can you shut your heart to a dying generation and call yourself great? 

God led me to walk among my people's bones to show His Son would do the same.
How can you not see the valley is my reward? I carried Christ's Name! 

My life, both pain and promise, is but a picture to display God's resurrection power to you. 
Perhaps, oh woman of God, you are a picture too.