'WHERE THOU GOEST I WILL GO'

O my brothers and sisters, let us behold our Beloved.

Let us be zealous to know Him, to cherish Him,

to require His presence as our vital need,

tasting His words that are sweeter than honey to the mouth.

His countenance is light and love

and He fills the heart with the warmth of His gaze.

He allowed that precious brow to be disfigured

that we might behold His face forever.

He has formed our inward parts

and known us intimately from our mother's womb.

He has laid His hand upon us

and at His knee we have learned of His ways.

He holds us by the hand and teaches us to walk.

He bends down and gently lays food before us

that we might be nourished and grow into Him.

He is fairest among ten thousand of the children of men.

He looks forth as the dawn, fair as the moon,

clear and pure as the sun, terrible as a bannered host -

the whole of Him delights and is precious.

His going forth is prepared and certain as the morning

and He will come to us as the latter rain that waters the earth.

Come away with Him over the rocky steps on the hillside

in the seclusion of the clefts in the solid rock.

O disciple! The Man of Sorrows

beckons to us with nail-pierced hands outside the city's gate.

Let us then go forth from all that would prevent us,

bearing the contempt and abuse and shame with Him.

Let us strip off and throw aside every sin

which readily clings to and entangles us,

and look away from all distractions to Jesus,

keeping from all separations to His bright presence.

Unlike Orpah who kissed Naomi good-bye,

let us not be urged to return from following Him.

for where He goes, we will go; where He lodges, we will lodge.

His people are our brethren; His Father, our Father.

Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away,

in our thoughts let us go to the mountain of myrrh

and the hill of frankincense to Him Whom our soul adores

and there will we fellowship with Him.



Where is our beloved Lord Jesus Christ?

Behold Him at the right hand of the Father.

He waits for His bride.

by

Sarah Maitland




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