Have you ever been lonely before? Have you felt the deep pangs of heaviness that escorts the heart-felt pain loneliness brings? I guess it would be appropriate to know what loneliness is so as to know what one accrues as its fruits. It is possible that such clear-cut, none-needed definition of such a plain and simple word as loneliness could be misconstrued even by the heights and depths of human wisdom. I could summon the Webster’s Dictionary to do justice to this or could place, line by line, the many profoundly-proclaimed dictionaries to decipher the weights of such a feeling. The truth still stands that there are no resources out there that can tell the heart what it feels except the heart. A shrewd bystander that has collected the many experiences of travelers still doesn’t know nor can describe the cavernous sensation of loneliness like the traveler.
Maybe you know what I’m saying. If it be possible that you have experienced it before, then I say to you it is good. If you haven’t, then celebrate not. You will come to know this great companion of all great men and women. Many have sought solace in family, friends, relationships and activities to rid themselves of such a fate having failed to realize that such means are solutions temporary with time.
David felt this once.
When his own blood sought for his blood, it must have been thrice.
Job knew this. He was cloaked and clothed with it.
A man of great wealth became of great dearth. Jesus lived this. When his skin broke up in sweats mixed with blood, Oh, His heart felt no bliss.
If you empathize with these great men because you have felt this loneliness of a spirit then you should have craved for the same thing. Nay, you must have yearned for it.
“Be with me!”
Sometimes these are the words that shout out of the acts of many law breakers.
“Stay with me!”
Sometimes these are the words championed in the sought for counseling from broken-hearted loners.
Hear then, O ye lonesome creature
See with your heart and not your eyes the real picture
In the lonely nights, God’s Spirit hovered the earth
While there was chaos, therein, He gave birth
When you feel the loneliness no one can solve
Come to the spring of life, for Jesus can absolve
Jonathan told his armor bearer, “Are you with me?”
If the Lord be with me, from the enemy I cannot flee
Come. O ye people. Come!
The physically strong and the lonesome
Jesus! There are no words before or after, I now know and see
That it is a statement not a phrase,
“FOR THOU ART WITH ME!!!”
The prisoner of Christ
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