O Lord, all my life I heard the prophecy of Isaiah, the hope for a Savior, but now I am distraught. I see no hope around me. Your godly king, Josiah, is gone. Will you raise up another?
And what is King Josiah's loss compared to the destruction of Your holy city, Jerusalem? Your Temple, O Lord, overrun...my head is low, my spirit cries out for vengeance...for mercy...for peace.
I cannot grasp it, Lord. We are in such a mess! We are lost, lost and perishing sheep cast about with no shepherd in sight.
Isaiah's words to us seem as empty cups, promising the hope of refreshment, having barely enough drops of wine to wet our lips. We are dry and parched for the hope only You can give.
I cannot grasp it, Lord. We are in such a mess! We are lost, lost and perishing sheep cast about with no shepherd in sight.
Isaiah's words to us seem as empty cups, promising the hope of refreshment, having barely enough drops of wine to wet our lips. We are dry and parched for the hope only You can give.
For unto us a child is born; unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder. These will be his royal titles: “Wonderful,” “Counselor,” “The Mighty God,” “The Everlasting Father,” “The Prince of Peace.”
Isaiah 9: 6 TLB
Father God, my words seem false upon my own ears. How can I give what I don't have to those who need it. What hope is there? What can I say to your children?
14 The Lord said, “The time is coming when I will fulfill the promise that I made to the people of Israel and Judah. 15 At that time I will choose as king a righteous descendant of David. That king will do what is right and just throughout the land.
Jeremiah 33: 14-15
Dear Lord, thank you that when we are ready to give up, You never do. Thank you that You still look upon hearts that are broken, withered, and cynical with love that surpasses our every longing. Thank you that you never tire of restoring my soul with the balm of hope that can only come from You.
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