When All Is Stripped Away
by Wings1
Pestilence. It stalks in the day. It haunts at night.
In envelops the world in fear.
It strips away all the dross, all the sand of this earth.
So that only the Rock remains.
So that only the precious remains.
Relationships.
With one another.
And most of all.
With God.
Our Creator.
Oh, that souls all around this globe would call out to You, dear Lord!
Call out to You in repentance.
Call out to You to save them.
Lives built on sand are being washed away. Washed away...
You are the only Firm Foundation.
Jesus, as I examine my own life,
I see all the places where I too have built on sand.
The sand of material things,
The sand of my job,
The sand of my vanity and talents,
The sand of temporal relationships.
All is being stripped away.
Stripped away.
In the face of this deadly pandemic.
All is stripped away until only the firm foundations remain.
Dearest Savior, You alone are my Rock and my Firm Foundation.
I cling to You.
I rest in the shadow of Your Wings.
When all else.
Is stripped away.