I wrote this poem soon after the pastor of our church got caught being unfaithful to his wife with another church member who was also married. The church fell apart, people left, nothing was the same. I was devastated. I mourned for my Pastor, his wife and family, and our church. I especially felt sorry for me. Fourteen years of beautiful memories- It was there I found the Lord again, was baptized, and best of all, it’s where I met the Lord every Wednesday and Sunday. We would have afterglow services – where after the service, those who wanted to stay and praise and worship the Lord could do so. It was powerful- and peaceful at the same time. The glory of the Lord would fill the sanctuary. We would all stay late, but it was never late enough for me. I could have stayed there forever.
One night at about 3:00 am, I sat straight up in bed, wide awake. I walked into the bathroom with pen and paper and wrote this in about 15 minutes. My pen was flying across the page, I didn’t even know what I was writing. Then I read it to myself. I could hear my own agony over this situation. And then in the last few lines, was an answer. A directive from God. A time to make a decision.
I know I can stay in this desert, for it’s really up to me, but why should I choose bondage, when you have set me free.
Was I going to stay in the desert, devastated and depressed about what happened, or get up and leave the dry and barren land I had put myself in? It was up to me. And it is up to you. My dear reader, are you going through a trial of your own right now? Are your choices tightening the ropes that have you bound, keeping you in the desert? Don’t do it! Jesus paid the price for your freedom, but it is your choice to live free or not. I pray you choose freedom. Get up and walk out of that desert!