While Israel sojourned in the dreary wilderness
They lacked water as they marched through dry land
They asked and received – God of the faithful band
Filled the thirsty throats from a flinty Rock
This Rock was ever present through the journey
Ever merciful, ever bountiful and always on cue
Paul tells us this ambulatory Rock was Christ
Smitten in type in the wilderness, He gushed to bless
A Fountain that saved millions of souls in distress
There He was struck that we be not dumbstruck
There He was smitten that we may never be beaten
He has since been crucified and then glorified
Speaking is the only way of accessing the Fount now
Say your need and make requests on any matter
Be not silent in the weary mode of a wary doubter
Speak to The Rock and He will bring forth His water
Take heed to fulfil the ministry
Given to you by the gracious God
Service is your gratitude to Him
That called you by His precious Word
On this beaten path – perils abound
Trials and temptations along the trail
If you stay steadfast, you will not fail
Firm hand on plough is victory’s tale
For when the reckoning comes
As it will-before the Lord’s seat
Faith, not wounds will be the feat
Sung and danced to angelic beat
Balaam was a true prophet
Who knew the ways of God
One day Moab’s king beckoned
And asked to know God’s word
About an itinerant people swarming
His borders – fearing swamping
Balaam consulted the Lord
Who told him to bless not curse
The rabble were a chosen people
Abraham seed and favoured thus
Balak the king was disappointed
He hoped Balaam would use the Spirit
To pronounce destruction on the few
He sent messengers of a greater hue
With better promises of reward
If only Balaam would be froward
Balaam consulted God again
Had God spoken at first in vain?
God changed his mind-asked him to go
With the emissaries of the dubious king
Second command was not His perfect will
For Balaam’s obedient ass soon stood still
Seeing a shining angel with a sword
Blocking off the path of a greedy prophet
Who for reward wanted God to change
His Word for the benefit of his surfeit
God’s first command is always right
To resist that is to prepare for a fight
While Israel trudged through the wilderness, they encountered their cousins – the Moabites who were descendants of Lot.
Israel had a prophet called Moses who had a message. His message was timely for he arrived on the scene at the time prophecy said he would – 400 years later.
Moab, had a prophet too. A true prophet. He saw visions. God spoke to him regularly.
Both prophets knew how to approach God. Both would offer same sacrifices, speaking of the coming Lamb. Both built seven altars.
But Balaam opposed the Exodus. He sought to derail it. Moses was for it. He could see that it was the vindicated Word for that age.
Balaam had the form of godliness but not the revelation of the prophetic truth. Greed blinded his eyes. Today his name is mentioned in infamy. Be like Moses. Believe the prophecy for your era. Join the exodus.
Call it a fulfilled prophecy. Four hundred years after God told Abraham that his descendants will leave their land of captivity, Moses appeared on the scene.
His message was clear. The time of deliverance for Abraham’ seed had come.
He had two signs to go with his prophetic message. He was not the only miracle worker though.
Jannes and Jambres could create snakes too. Pharaoh was enthralled by their wonders. Why would they then believe the message of the Exodus?
Though they could make miracles happen, they failed to see that only Moses had the prophecy of God for that age.
As anointed but blind guides, they led their convert – Pharaoh to a watery grave beneath the Red Sea.
When Israel were captives in Egypt
Denied their rights and forced to slave
In back-breaking toils of brick making
They remembered the promise God gave
And cried against the oppressive rulers
Who whip-lashed their burdened backs
Yet added no mortar to ease their tasks
In the midst of such precarious peril
They were still children of the covenant
Though despised and treated ill
After four hundred years in God’s will
Israel had only lost her fellowship
Through exile from the land of promise
The Covenant was not premised on geography
Misery and penury could not annul destiny
Today’s Israel-the elect church takes solace
In her straits she rests on God’s sovereignty
Joshua was the son of Nun, from the tribe of Ephraim
He must have had a humble beginning
Born as many others to slaves in Egypt
A servant first, a leader next, a tale worth reading
Joshua was a loyal, trusted aide of Moses
Not for him the duplicity of two-faced eye service
He was content to be a footman to a great man
And for forty years he was a prophet’s apprentice
When Moses went to the Holy mount to receive
The commandments written by God’s hand on tablets
Aaron, Hur and many of the noble elders waited
Outside the camp where Israel was billeted
Joshua went with Moses to where God gazetted
His laws for Israel, while Joshua stood behind his lord