Returning Reality - Isaiah Series (18)

orchidee



Tune: Cwm Rhondda

('Guide me, O thou great Jehovah')

Isaiah 35 v.1-10

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The wilderness and desert place

Shall be glad, sadness no trace

Desert shall rejoice and blossom

As the rose and be fulsome

Abundantly blossom, rejoice

Singing, and the LORD's praise voice

Singing, and the LORD's praise voice

 

Strengthen weak hands, firm feeble knees

When the LORD comes, seen be these

Say to them of fearful heart here

Be strong, fear not, the LORD near

Even God will come with vengeance

To enemies recompence

To enemies recompence

 

But salvation to His people

Wonders, signs, miracles all

Then eyes of blind shall be opened

Ears of deaf hear tunes that blend

The lame shall then leap as the deer

And tongue of dumb sing, praise here

And tongue of dumb sing, prasie here

 

For in wilderness waters shall

Become a pool, and so tell

Thirsty land shall become refreshed

With springs of water be blessed

Where was barren and desolate

Grass, reeds, rushes now do sate

Grass, reeds, rushes now do sate

 

A way of holiness be there

No evil, sin in it share

But redeemed, ransomed of the LORD

Shall walk therein, that His word

Shall return to Zion's city

Songs and lasting joys there be

Songs and lasting joys there be

 

They shall obtain joy and gladness

For the LORD He shall them bless

Shall restore, bring back to own land

His people by His good hand

And sorrow and sighing shall flee

Away, there His presence free

Away, there His presence free

 

 

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 7th, 2020 03:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.7.8.7.8.7. metre.
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good one Orchi.

    • orchidee

      Thanks Gold.

    • Neville


      it feels write .. it feels like I've been here before .. but then thats reincarnation for ya .......... one Isiah than the other, might just mean an eyebrow has been raised .. so nowt to worry about .......... N 🙂

      • orchidee

        Thanks Neville. Well, yes, some recurring themes it seems - them deserts being changed into rivers, and the rivers into dry ground, etc. They asked me 'Why ya taking ya swimming costume on your trip to the desert?'

      • dusk arising

        Guide me oh great jehova!... but does a guide arrive at all.... is the guide from within..... yes of course it is the spirit within...... so god is within us..... i rest my case......

        No bible required, no churches required, no men dressed up in expensive finery required, no falseness required, no pretentious rhetoric required.

        • orchidee

          Well, yes, there is that as a truth. A little boy or girl said in church: 'Mummy/Daddy, why are those men wearing long dresses?' I don't take much notice of it msyelf, though it's ritual and tradition, a lot of it. I siad that last bit, not the little boy/girl!

          • dusk arising

            LOL orchidee, I noticed you sidestepped around the main point in the first paragraph of my comment. It's becoming apparent that is the christian way ..... avoid awkward truths eh?

            • orchidee

              With an attempt to reply to the first bit - Yes, it's true, the spirit within as our guide. A verse says 'No longer will they say to each other "Know the Lord", for they will all know Me, from the greatest to the least'. Though that does not mean Christians never have need of taching or learning from one another. I see it as meaning that we don't have to go via 'intermediaries' to get to God. We don't HAVE to go via ordained priests, for example, though they have their place and vocation too.

              • dusk arising

                Didn't answer it at all.

                • orchidee

                  Wot bit have I left out? I will attempt to rpely again, if I can. Fido knows all anyway!



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