Ancient ruins called out.
A world that had fallen, was desperately calling.
A collective wave, building across generations
Creation upon creations, growing need but losing patience.
Losing the ability to continue spinning wheels, needing a God who heals.
A God who steals the despair of His people, and gives a new name.
A new claim as Priests, and with Justice they feast
God’s faithfulness and covenant coming like supernatural yeast.
And raising Joy from the soil, supplying the oil
For lamps that will burn with a blazing new light.
In the Lord we delight, we share in his “Right”.
So long wandering in silence, we’ve been given new voice
and it’s first words we hear shouted – “REJOICE!”
“They will rebuild the ancient ruins and restore the places long devastated; they will renew the ruined cities that have been devastated for generations. Aliens will shepherd your flocks; foreigners will work your fields and vineyards. And you will be called priests of the LORD, you will be named ministers of our God. You will feed on the wealth of nations, and in their riches you will boast. Instead of their shame my people will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace they will rejoice in their inheritance; and so they will inherit a double portion in their land, and everlasting joy will be theirs. “For I, the LORD, love justice; I hate robbery and iniquity. In my faithfulness I will reward them and make an everlasting covenant with them. Their descendants will be known among the nations and their offspring among the peoples. All who see them will acknowledge that they are a people the LORD has blessed.” I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels. For as the soil makes the sprout come up and a garden causes seeds to grow, so the Sovereign LORD will make righteousness and praise spring up before all nations. “
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I love “a God who steals the despair of his people” and “spiritual yeast.” Great poem!