Archive for May, 2012

My Strong Tower…

May 17, 2012

Sometimes the pressures and weary ways of this life can become almost too great a burden and then perhaps we try to unwind by taking a peaceful walk in familiar surroundings. Old familiar scenes are comforting but it must be remembered that even these will some day pass away.

On a recent solitary walk, I looked towards an old tower in a distant field which I can see from my bedroom window. Strong, beautiful and of historical significance, it has overlooked the changing seasons of the countryside for many years. If it could talk, it would tell me of horse drawn ploughs and carriages, weary souls drawn from the hiring fairs and ladies in crinoline dresses with parasols. Throughout the years it stands; an unchanging familiar landmark, reminding me of a faithful, unchangeable friend. Nevertheless one day after that Great Harvest (Rev. 14), even this tower will be no more (Rev.21v1). Yet Jesus Christ who loved us and gave Himself for us, is “the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.” (Hebrews 13v8) Jesus, my unchangeable, faithful Friend throughout the changing seasons of this life… “thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.”  (Psalm 61v3). “Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.” (Psalm 16v11)

 I wrote “Though Towers and Kingdoms Flee Away” quite a number of years ago…

Though Towers and Kingdoms flee away…

(Psalm 103v11-22)

 

There is a tower beyond my furrowed little hills,

That stands through winter’s stormy ills,

And purest snow, or heat of summer sun,

‘Gainst fiery sky when day is done,

Or mellow hues of morning light,

A gentle silhouette against the night.

 

And that day shall surely come to pass,

When this my tower shall be as grass,

And the flower of grass that withereth away,

And the flesh of man that doth decay,

And the glory of man that shall be no more –

A passing shadow through life’s final door.

 

But the soul whose trust is in the Lamb,

Whose blood was freely shed, its healing balm

A gift of love for all who ever were, or will

Be born into this world of sin and ill –

That soul shall stand though towers and kingdoms flee away,

Yea, that soul shall have eternal joy beyond life’s little day.

 

© Elizabeth Burke

 

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