Thousands go to see her, each and every day.
Via boat I once passed by and do admit
She has a presence, albeit, somber and still.
An altar made of stone; hopes and dreams
Never to fulfill.
The words of a scarcely known poet are
enshrined there
Here they are in case you are amongst those
unaware:
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled
masses
Yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse
Your
teeming shore. Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside
the golden door.
Emma Lazarus’ words are now famous and well
read
Despite the namesake they can’t lift anyone
from sin
or being dead. I offer you a Man who stands at your door
and knocks, by whose breath is true
freedom. His perch is
not a pedestal surrounded by a polluted bay. His is a throne
placed at the right hand of the Father. He is
the water,
a well-spring whose words are life and true.
Listen with your heart and know when He
speaks
He speaks to you. “Come unto me, all ye that
labour and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me:
for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye
shall find rest for your souls.”
You see that woman, that national icon,
she can take but never give the refreshing
of the soul, salvation and life. Except through Christ Jesus
How can one truly live?
You are the light of the world
Not some pillar of stone raising a torch;
you!
Let your light so shine before men,
That they may see your good works and
Glorify your Father which is in heaven.
Alas liberty shall not be represented by a
pillar of stone
It comes by one Man, One Lord, our God and Him
alone
Listen I say, to the words He said, “The
Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
Because he anointed me to preach good tidings to the
poor:
He hath sent me to proclaim release to the captives,
And recovering of sight to the blind, To set at liberty
them that are
bruised, To proclaim the acceptable
year of the Lord.”
Do you have ears to hear or are they, too,
like pillars of stone and dead?
The world has an abundance of stone pillars
Sadly enough the body of Christ does too.
The last days draw ever so near
we
know this to be true.
Who will stand and exalt the name of the
Lord?
Will it be me or is it you?
