Deuteronomy 2:2-3-And the Lord spoke to me saying, "You have skirted this mountain long enough; turn northward."
Circling the mountain once again
Trapped and enslaved in routine within
The same mountain, the same scenery
As they journeyed on so leisurely
Viewing the same beaten down trail
The same narrative, the same tale
Going in circles, stuck with the old
Path of the familiar they behold
In a continuous holding pattern
Possessing oil yet no lantern
Circling for years and not for days
Fearful choices caused these long delays Unbelief set inside of their hearts
That’s the point where the circling starts
The reason those bells we hear them ring
It is the familiar that we cling
Sometimes we choose our own wilderness Though our prayer is "God deliver us" Assuming we drink from the fountain
Yet we only skirt the same mountain
This circling can go on for years
As the sense of wonder disappears
God helps us in spite of our choices
He stirs us through prophetic voices
Breaking our pattern and tradition
Melting our hearts with His conviction
He disturbs our walk that seems secure
He will provide a needed detour
He guides us from circles with His hand
He leads us into our promised land