The Crossing:
Graduating From One Life To Another
When the manna stopped,
I chose to plow the ground.
I complained about the manna
Now I want it to be found.
Tastes just like honey,
Shaped like a cumin seed;
God gave us tiny treasures
So we’d have all the food we need.
We depend on God
And His loving State of Grace.
Our fingers have been trained
To gather up this manna
At an easy going pace.
My heart was at peace.
I knew that it’d be there.
Suddenly my life has changed.
There’s no more of Heaven’s fare.
Our father’s saw the works of God
In Egypt and the Sea
His Might Hand delivered them
And they walked along with me.
They died a while back
And are buried in the sand.
Because they disobeyed the LORD
They’re not with me in His Land.
Joshua took me in when my heart was all alone
Now I could live with him until I was full grown
We crossed the Jordan just yesterday at dawn.
With dusty feet we trekked across
Where the wind of God had gone.
Joshua said it happened
That way just once before.
We gathered up some stones ’cause
It won’t happen that way any more.
Today I make a Pact with God
A promise called a covenant.
My part is to be good and faithful
God’s… to do the things I can’t.
With the LORD of Heaven
I have a brand new start
I will change my body
He will change my heart.
Egypt has no hold on me,
My sins are washed away.
I’m clean before our One and Only
Who delivered us that day.
We celebrate the fact of love
And that He let us live.
He must be really cool
To plan a party just like this.
It’s supposed to last a week
And there’s not a thing to do.
I like to rest from working.
I like to play really fun games too.
It’s not a solemn service
When we’re shushed and people frown
There’s lots of food
With great big fires.
We get to dance around.
We celebrate creation
And the day God gave us rest
With all this hard work farming
I think I like this party best.
We will celebrate the harvest
and the time we had to wait.
When God provided for us all
Every child had food upon their plate.
We count, we wave, we BBQ
The poor and strangers
are called to party with us too
We celebrate the trumpet blasts
That call us to believe
To clean our hearts like His
And follow where He leads.
We celebrate the tents we used
To remember how we lived
Being ready for His call,
What we ate, and what we did.
Everything was portable
We did not pack too much
Everything was doable
For carrying and such
From the time we left our slavery
To the time that we moved here
Many things have happened
Sometimes dances, sometimes tears
Change is bound to happen
If we move into His Land
Living where He tells us
Together as He planned
Today I planned to gather manna
Each day like the one before
As I went out to work with friends
I discovered there was no more.
The call to fight had not been sounded.
There was no trumpet tune.
But something big had changed today
Fires were kindled before the heat of noon.
There were sit down meals and snacks
From the produce of the Land.
Unleavened bread and roasted grain,
But no manna for my hand.
In this time of transition after graduation and before you enter that long awaited career,
Teach yourself to celebrate God’s care of you during your transition, your Crossing. The crossing has a starting and a stopping. There will come a time when He will allow you to “feed” yourself, a time of change. That growth is a good thing and necessary for continuing on in His service…In His Land.
May God bless you and guard you
May He make His face to shine upon you
And be gracious to you,
May He turn His countenance toward you
And grant you peace.
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