Isaiah 35 – Kate Bluett

Come all whose hearts are frightened
and blinded by their tears,
for Christ the dawn arising
like day is drawing near,
and you who sit within the dark
will see, at last, the brightest spark.

Come all whose hearts are muted
by this world's angry noise,
for Christ, in our confusion,
speaks out, a still, small voice.
You've kept your silence for so long,
but you will raise the joyful song.

Come all whose hearts are burning,
are withered in their drought,
for Christ, our deepest yearning,
splits heaven and pours down.
The living water, gentle rain,
will bring you back to life again.

Come all whose hearts are broken—
though no step can you make—
for Christ, the Word, is spoken
and meets you on the way.
He makes our brokenness his own,
and all the wounded shall be whole.

The desert and the parched land will exult;
       the steppe will rejoice and bloom.
   They will bloom with abundant flowers,
       and rejoice with joyful song.
   The glory of Lebanon will be given to them,
       the splendor of Carmel and Sharon;
   They will see the glory of the LORD,
       the splendor of our God.
   Strengthen the hands that are feeble,
       make firm the knees that are weak,
   Say to those whose hearts are frightened:
       Be strong, fear not!
   Here is your God,
       he comes with vindication;
   With divine recompense
       he comes to save you.
   Then will the eyes of the blind be opened,
       the ears of the deaf be cleared;
   Then will the lame leap like a stag,
       then the tongue of the mute will sing.
Isaiah 35:1-10

When old woods turn to orchards
and deserts run with springs,
the wounded drop their crutches;
the silent rise and sing.

When springs turn into fountains
and famine turns to feast,
they come to climb the mountain;
they come from west and east.

From every distant corner,
from every farflung land,
come every son and daughter
with riches in their hands.

And fountains turn to rivers,
and rivers turn to wine,
and every hope delivers,
and no one stands in line!

The table's stacked with goodness,
and there are endless seats,
and no one breaks a promise,
and everyone can eat.

So come, O Christ: We're waiting.
Just say the word: We'll go!
This world needs your remaking;
come, let your rivers flow!

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Tag: Isaiah 35

Come All Whose Hearts

Let Your Rivers Flow!