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Does it not weary God
when
with knives against
your throat, your heart shakes
like a forest in a raging storm...
Does it not weary God
when
enemies at your door
threaten to chop you to stub,
shaking limbs beyond the norm...
He offers you a sign
that
if only you believe
no harm will fall on you,
but you feign faith instead?
Should it not be a clue
when in person anyway
He sends you that sign,
in the form of daily bread?
Behold, a virgin will bear
a Son
and on his broad shoulders He
will rescue you and your land,
Immanuel with you, the only One.
But for now He will whistle
for the
fly and the bee to come
to make your valleys so desolate,
to make you feed upon dry thistle.
Isaiah 7 |
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