A persona poem of God on Isaiah 65:17-25.
Behold, I shape the world Anew
where past Despair shall Fade from view.
No weeping sounds—no cries of pain, —
for Joy shall Rise where grief has lain.
Jerusalem shall dance with song, —
her people glad for eternity long.
No child cut short—no age in vain, —
for life shall Flourish free from strain.
The worker’s hand shall keep its prize, —
no labor lost, no bitter ties.
A house once built will not decay,
its maker there to live and stay.
The Wolf shall lie beside the Lamb,
and Lions eat where Oxen ram.
No harm shall strike on Holy Ground,
for Peace and Justice shall abound.
Before they call, I’ll hear their plea, —
their hearts aligned in love with Me.
This world of Joy I’ll bring to birth, —
a place of Heaven here on Earth.
The Lutheran Column 