Category: Isaiah

In the desert, a path shall appear,
With rivers of joy drawing near.
Old ways are now gone,
A new song to dawn,
For hope blooms where hearts persevere.

Come all who are thirsty, take heed,
For waters of life you shall need.
No gold for your fare,
Just seek and you’ll share,
In grace that will ever exceed.

In a vision, the throne was aglow,
With seraphs in radiant flow.
They cried, “Holy and bright!”
As they took to their flight,
And a call stirred the heart from below.

A voice asked, “Who’ll go for our plea?”
With a heart full of fervent decree.
“I’m here, send me forth!”
With a spirit of worth,
To share what the truth’s meant to be.

In a city where hope takes its stand,
A promise of joy is at hand.
With hearts that are bright,
We’ll shine through the night,
For love’s banner waves o’er the land.

In waters that rise, do not fear,
For love’s voice whispers sweet in your ear.
Through fire and through flood,
You’ll find strength like a bud,
For you’re precious and cherished, my dear.

In shadows where darkness once lay,
A light dawns to brighten the day.
With hope in the air,
A child’s love to share,
Brings peace in a marvelous way.

In a heart filled with joy and delight,
We sing praises from morning till night.
With trust in the Lord,
Our spirits restored,
His love shines like stars ever bright.

With water of life, we shall draw,
And share all His wonders and awe.
Let nations rejoice,
In one joyful voice,
For grace is the gift that we saw!

In a land where the feast is divine,
With joy, all the hearts intertwine.
The veil that once shrouded,
Now lifts, unclouded,
As tears fade away with the wine.

In shadows where sorrow does tread,
A figure of grace softly bled.
He bore all our pain,
Through loss and disdain,
With love that would never be shed.

Rejected, He walked on alone,
Yet healing through Him would be known.
For each tear and each strife,
He offered new life,
In heartache, His mercy was shown.

Like sheep who have wandered astray,
We turned from the light of the day.
But through His great plight,
We find hope in the night,
And peace in His gentle array.

There once was a promise divine
To those with weak hands and knees to incline
They would be strengthened and healed
Their fears and sorrows repealed
For in the desert, streams will shine