Sheila and Little Max
Come out of Babylon into Zion
by
Sheila Jackson
Come out from among the heathens and enter His courts with praise.
The Lord is calling for His people…do you hear your name?
He says to come out of your places of desolation;
and reap the harvest from His plantation.
For he has roped them off and they are easy to find.
Some have eyes opened but are spiritually blind.
You have been set in a place where you can feed.
Yet you kneel down in disbelief.
Why stay in a state of death in Babylon?
When your life is preserved in Zion?
I ask were you not cleansed after they destroyed your body with sores?
Did you not call on me when you were beaten to the core?
Were you not saved when your soul couldn’t take anymore?
Yet you stay and listen to the words of the devil’s tongue.
Clinging to every word he says as if you were never reborn.
As if we’ve never talked and I never wiped your tear.
How can you long for Babylon?
When Zion is here?
How can you go back to the sand that showed no mercy on your feet?
How can you go back among the multitude and sleep?
For a pay that is not worthy as to a blind man that wants to see
How can you run back to Babylon instead of me?
How can I reach you when you allow the heathen’s to cut the rope?
For one night of pleasure will bring death like a knife to the throat.
Yet you bleed and have no idea of the damage.
Yet you laugh with them and pretend to pay me homage.
The heathens applaud your attendance and yet you are still unaware
of the angels that I allow to cover you while you sit there.
Yet you sit and your conversation is full of flesh.
How long will you retire in Babylon and not enter Zion for rest?
How long will you sweat from the labor of your flesh?
How long will you pant after unrighteousness?
How can you deny the goodness that I have toward you?
What has caused you to do what you do?
I hear not your lips giving me praise nor do I see you desiring any of my ways.
Your mind is made up and your flesh is what you let lead
I will not attain my ear to hear any of your pleas.
You may petition and stand before me in what you call repentance.
But your heart is full of vengeance.
You are bitter from your days and nights spent in Babylon.
Yet when morning comes you long for the sweetness of Zion.
Against me or for me? Is the question I posed to you?
For you cannot serve mammon and love me too.
Hot or cold is a decision you have to make.
But lukewarm………… I hate!!
Change must come and your hearts must return back unto me.
I’m looking for the multitude not two or three.
I am your God and I change not, yet you stray off
Thinking I have forgot?
Or does one think that I can not see?
How your heart has changed towards me.
Praise is why you were made.
Everything that has breath was meant for praise.
Yet, the spirits of Babylon keep you in a grave.
Hide the truth in you and make you age.
Again He says,
Come out from among the heathens and enter His courts with praise.
We are in the last and evil days.
The Lord is calling for His people…do you hear your name?
Copyright Sheila Jackson
