Category: Isaiah

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Their fears and sorrows repealed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

On this mountain, a feast will be spread
For all people, both living and dead
The Lord will wipe away tears
And remove all our fears
As we rejoice in the salvation he’s led

There was a man who suffered and bled
For the sins of the world, it is said
He was wounded and bruised
But his death was good news
For through him, our salvation was spread

There’s a passage that speaks of my plight
And the suffering I face day and night
But I trust in the Lord
And His help is assured
He will vindicate me in His sight

Arise, shine, for your light has come
The glory of the Lord shines on everyone
Nations will come to your light
Kings to the brightness so bright
Lift up your eyes and see what’s begun

There once was a promise so grand
Of joy and salvation in the land
The Lord will rejoice
And His people’s voice
Will be heard throughout all the land

There once was a message of peace
That brought hope and joy without cease
It spoke of salvation
And God’s revelation
Bringing good news that will never decrease

There once was a message of hope
For the brokenhearted to cope
To proclaim freedom’s release
And bring comfort and peace
For those who had given up hope.

Comfort, O comfort my people
Speak tenderly to them, don’t be feeble
Prepare the way for the Lord
Make straight paths, in one accord
For His glory will be revealed, oh so regal