Now when Moses went into the tent of meeting to speak with Him, he heard the voice speaking to him from above the mercy seat that was on the ark of the testimony, from between the two cherubim, so He spoke to him.
Moses had a place
to talk with You
in a tent You designed
and Your people built
he would come before Your face
and You would meet him too.
Before a golden ark gleaming
he would bring his heart
and You would listen
always there in Your glory
knowing, and requests receiving
from angel wings You answered every part.
I imagine Moses always content
with the conversation You would give
in that holy place he met You
as You were worshiped, held in awe,
he would go out sharing the message you meant
for others to know and Israel lived.
And there is a holy place I go
each morning in the pages of Your Word
there I sit in reverence speaking,
waiting, listening, talking with You
and Your truth changes me and I know
I must share what I’ve heard from my Lord.
I write it down in my faltering way
not quite able to capture the glory and wonder
You stick with me through my failings
and my successes, ready to lift me up
and I will know it all the time, every day
if I will commit Your Word to trust and ponder.