The Builder’s Son

The Builder_s Son

Measure once, measure twice
Only to have it right
Will suffice

He who transformed
A rock
To water
And water
To wine
Come transform my heart
To wholly seek You
Let me not wander
Nor ever wonder
About Your love for me

Let me run, let me run
To the side of the Builder’s Son
There is none, there is none
Like unto the Holy One.

RWOz2

Day Eight Hundred Seventy Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our second round of meetings was taken off course tonight by many of our scheduled contacts being forced to work through the night. The few we did confer with, gained thereby for Elijah used the extra time to open up more deeply to those in attendance.

I am greatly encouraged at the depth of their desire to please the Holy One.

And one of the attendees was accompanied by the noisome individual that I suspected of perfidy. He indeed had done what I feared. And he was there to confess and beg for our forgiveness.

This we freely gave him.

All was well until Jezer arrived with news – a group of widows and orphans he had hidden was taken away.

Day Eight Hundred Seventy One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It was an odd meeting. None of the invitees arrived or left at the same time. It might best be characterized as a serial meeting, for we were constantly reiterating the same information over and over.

Most agreed to contact others and pass on the information. However, there was one individual who resisted Elijah’s suggestions. Instead, he wanted Elijah to rid the earth of their oppressors.  To venture forth and bring the wicked city down to its knees.

Elijah told him that now was not the time nor perhaps would it ever be. His concern was only to get them out and on the road for Jerusalem. As to the coming wrath that was for the Holy One to decide.