Isaiah's First Prophesies and Us

    Isaiah’s First Prophesies and Us

                                          Hear, O Lord of Hosts, the cry of your people,

                                          Those enclosed within briers and thorns

                                          Surrounded by the pride of men,

                                          Lost in lands created by our God.

                                         “Woe is me,” we cry,

                                         “Show us your strong hand showering grace

                                         To a land parched,  dry and starving,

                                         Dying by the works of their hands.”

                                         We beg to be a holy remnant;

                                         Holy seed in a remaining stump;

                                         Faint branch of  hope in the midst of ruin,

                                         Waiting hearts seeking your light.

                                         Light to bring a new day,

                                         Binding us as sealing wax to truth,

                                         To our sanctuary, to Christ,

                                         Our eternal messianic stone.

                                        To cry, “Holy, holy,  holy,”

                                        Peace between heaven and earth,

                                        Grace from above to permeate

                                        Our lips, our hearts, our souls.

                                       “Seek ye the will of the Lord?”

                                       “Speak Lord! Your servant is listening.”

                                        Let us once again know

                                        The joy of your presence.

                                       “Come to me, all you who are weary

                                        And are carrying heavy burdens,

                                        And I will give you rest,”

                                        Says Christ, our Messiah.

                                       Man’s guilt, disobedience, gone,

                                       Purged away with repentance

                                       The remnant shoot has sprouted

                                       Bring forth a new creation.

                                                Therefore:

                                        Use your voice for kindness;

                                        Your ears for compassion;

                                        Your hands for charity;

                                        Your mind for truth,

                                        And your heart for love.