The Lord has anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; To provide for them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified. (Isaiah61:1-3)
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things...
Friday, 11 May 2012
Good Gifts
Let me say it now, while everything is still a mess, and I am confused and worn and discouraged: God is good, and he gives good. This, too, he will turn to good. Watch and see the work of my God, all who may. This is not the end. I weep now, but I will wait for him, and he will make it beautiful. He is kind, and his love rests on me. He is faithful. He cannot deny himself.
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