A poem on Isaiah 40:1-11.
“Comfort My people,” the Lord has said.
“Speak to their hearts with Mercy spread:
The time of Warfare now is done;
her sins Forgiven, her war is won.”
A Voice cries out through desert air,
“Prepare the Way—a highway fair.
Lift Valleys high, bring mountains low;
let rough ground smooth and Straight paths flow.
“The Glory of the Lord shall shine, —
revealed to all, a Hope divine.”
The Mouth of God has spoken clear,
and every Heart shall know He’s near.
“All flesh is Grass,” the voice proclaims.
“Its loveliness is like the Plains.
The grasses Fade, the flowers fall,
but the Word of God Endures through all.”
Go tell the Towns of Judah’s land,
“Behold your God!” with voice so Grand.
The Shepherd comes with Gentle care
to gather Lambs—their burdens bear.
With Mighty arm, He reigns supreme,
yet His Bosom holds us tenderly.
The Lord of all, both fierce and Mild,
leads His flock to be Reconciled.
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