Build the old waste places,
Raise up the foundations of many generations.
Repair the breach,
Restore the streets...
That we may dwell.
Don't turn your foot away,
Honour the holy day...
Don't find your own pleasure,
Or speak your own words..
He will cause us to ride the high places...
If we honour the Lord.
He will guide us continually,
Satisfy our soul in drought.
Like a watered garden,
Who's waters never fail,
His light will dawn in darkness,
And make darkness as noonday.
Share your bread with the hungry,
Bring to your house the poor,
Cover the naked,
Hide yourself no more.
Undo the heavy burdens,
Let the oppressed go free.
Break every yoke,
To Him,
Will glory be.
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Comments3
I just repaired the waste place of me shed, but the roof fell in! lol.
Suns out over here, now. Rivers in flood and all my boats are still afloat.
Better repair that roof.
Not much of a religious guy anymore but I hear the message and yea there is a lot of rebuilding that needs to be done.
Not religious anymore, Hallelujah.
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