The way is shut.
We have not ceased our rebellion
And the Lord’s patience, tried again and again,
At last has rendered judgement.
Banishment from the promise
In the desert, death.
Their bodies fell.
For they treated their maker with contempt and their Redeemer with hatred.
They thanked him not but grumbled and complained.
A warning to my heart.
Let the Lord’s desert slay my rebellion
Before my rebellion corrupts my heart to hate the Creator and be banished from His promises.
Meditation on Numbers 14: 20–23