Isaiah 58
11 The Lord will guide you continually, And satisfy your soul in drought, And strengthen your bones; You shall be like a watered garden, And like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail. 12 Those from among you Shall build the old waste places; You shall raise up the foundations of many generations; And you shall be called the Repairer of the Breach, The Restorer of Streets to Dwell In.
Your flower has wilted;
dry, parched and weighted under pressure.
All alone and vulnerable;
scared, unprotected and persecuted.
Your flower has wilted;
dry, parched and weighted under pressure.
All alone and vulnerable;
scared, unprotected and persecuted.
Trying to draw on the strength in the Son;
being crushed, tired, and broken.
Surroundings just keep surmounting as a high mountain;
desperately trying to hold on, losing the battle.
Drowning, struggling to breath;
coughing, choking, sputtering, and trying to find the surface.
Still wanting to rise with the Glory of the Son;
not knowing how to get back to that place that seems so far away.
Still I hope in You;
I know Your ways are higher, Your will is best.
Then in the perfect timing You show Your grace;
Better than I would’ve perceived or imagined.
That is how You work, O lord;
I only need to be patient and believe.
