Monday, January 18, 2016

A Poem. (From Isaiah)

The earth dries
up. 
the world
languishes,
withers.

Defiled.
Violated.
Broken.

Consumed and 
cursed
its people bear
their guilt.

Songs stilled
joy silenced
the ruined city lies
desolate.

I waste
away
the treacherous betray
with treachery
the treacherous
betray.

Broken.
Split.
Shaken.
Reeling.
So heavy
we fall.

Lord You are
my God.

Refuge
for the needy
Shelter
from the storm
Shade
from the heat.

The breath of the 
ruthless
is a storm
driving against
a wall.

You silence
the uproar
You still
the song
of the ruthless.

On this mountain
the LORD Almighty
will prepare a
feast. 
Rich food for all
peoples.
A banquet of aged
wine.

On this mountain
He will destroy
the shroud that
enfolds us.

The Sovereign
Lord
will wipe away
tears from all 
faces.

He will remove the 
disgrace of 
His
people
from all the earth. 

The LORD has spoken. 

Surely this
is
our 
God.

We come to You
in our distress
we can barely
whisper
a prayer.

We trusted in Him
and He saved us.
Let us 
rejoice!

The hand of the Lord
will rest
on this mountain. 

God will bring down
pride,
lay low the high
fortified walls.

We will sing
His song.

You will 
keep 
in perfect
peace
whose minds are
steadfast
because they 
trust
in You. 

We wait for You
my soul yearns
for You
in the night. 

You who dwell in the dust
wake up and
shout
for joy.

See

the Lord
is coming.

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