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Isaiah 30:15-25

Sep 13, 2015
The Holy One of Is-ra-el,
The Lord thy God hath said -
Although my children, I would save,
Another chose instead.
Yea, ye said no – for we will flee,
On horses swift shall ride.
Yet God shall grant your enemies
To swiftly reach thy side.
As many flee, ye shall be left
As desolate and still –
As beacon on a mountain top –
An ensign on a hill.
And then shall God, with mercy great,
Be gracious unto you.
Yea blessed are all they that wait
For God’s great judgment true.
In Zion, at Jerusalem,
The people shall then dwell.
They’ll no more weep, their cries He’ll hear,
Their fears, He all shall quell.
That thy eyes might see thy teachers
God giveth thee, before
The bread of dark adversity –
Affliction’s water pour.
And in thine ears, the spirits voice -
To on the path stay straight;
First to the right, and then the left,
And safely through the gate.
All other gods and images
You’ll melt and cast away.
And bread of increase shall be thine,
As rain shall bless that day.
Thy cattle in large pastures feed,
The oxen and young ass.
With fan and shovel ye shall reap
The grains and all the grass.
Yea, streams and rivers shall then run
On hills and mountain tall -
Upon that day of slaughter great,
Yea, when the towers fall.
Scriptural Reference: Isaiah 30:15-25
— Thayne Whipple

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