Ripen into a Flower

Dwellers of the Earth!
Citizens of the world!
See His banners on the mountains wave.
Hear His trumpets in the valleys blow.
Like when waves of heat
     ripple across the ground,
Like when the dew of morning
     waters even deeply buried seeds,
Also know He is working in your midst,
     making the sour grape
          ripen into a flower.

Isaiah 18:3-5

by J Alan R
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