From the book of Isaiah
Perspective: God pleading with Judah to return to the covenant
Child, what has made you so sick?
Your cities, your worship, your heart desolate
You see fire you see trampling
But it's in the mirror you'll find the enemy
When will you find me trustworthy?
With hollow praise and unbridled pride
My heart mourns your vacant eyes
You stagger consumed by wine
Infants rule at desperation's cry
But there is one that will be glorified.
I cannot dismiss my love, you are mine
Delight one you'll see my Son rise
With an echo of the parting seas
He'll teach you to trust in me
Then I will heal you from your disease
A nation gnawing on another
Even worse brother against brother
A forged salvation of delicate nature
Your own savior became the oppressor
When will you look to your Maker?
My justice does not depart from mercy
It does not masquerade a rule of tyranny
But tills the ground for a permanent kingdom
Uprooting what destroys your freedom
Who will you choose to be: remnant or victim?
Woe to the squanderer of responsibility
Impoverished by lies but rich in revelry
Staggering kings without a backbone
But I will lay a steadfast cornerstone
Woe to the blind trying to convince me he sees
Who am I to you if you think I can be deceived?
Am I not the potter and you the clay?
Have I not promised to take away your shame?
Woe to those who hear their own prophecy
Ignorance is only safer momentarily
To see my face is to see this coming king
Whose righteous rule reverses everything
Zion, are you starting to recognize me?
Comfort, comfort, again I've parted the sea
Return to me Israel, I've been waiting
Why do you still liken me to powerless fiction?
Can your crafted image split the ocean?
I am unsearchable, incomparable to envision
I will make melody of a chosen man
A sword in my quiver, righteousness in hand
The Spirit's upon Him, a light unhindered
To rekindle love in your hearts like an ember
My servant marked by surrender
The tune slowly declines to a lament
As the marred servant pours himself out to death
Talons of grief sink in His pierced frame
For the first time a body unworthy of the grave
Willingly crushed by iniquity's weight
Observe humility in its most sincere state
The stray sheep spared from the slaughter
Except this lamb, chosen for the altar
Nothing else could've been offered
Ransomed one, my glory lifts you up
A garment of praise graces my beloved
Good news proclaimed on every corner
Crowns of beauty bestowed on mourners
It is the year of the Lord's favor
Righteousness adorns you like a bride
I declare your identity as My Delight
It's too light of a thing to just patch the holes
I'll create something greater than you've ever known
My child, will you come back home?
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