EASTER

Isaiah 53:5-8 King James Version – of Jesus

5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.

7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he opened not his mouth.

8 He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS

Here is my servant, whom I uphold,
my chosen one in whom I delight;
I will put my Spirit on Him
and he will bring justice to the nations.
He will not shout or cry out,
or raise His voice in the streets.
A bruised reed He will not break,
and a smouldering wick he will not snuff out…

I will keep you and will make you
to be a covenant for the people
and a light for the Gentiles,
to open eyes that are blind,
to free captives from prison
and to release from the dungeon
those who sit in darkness.
A prophecy from Isaiah

For unto us a child is born, unto us a Son is given…

Photo from my daughter

AT OUR GATES…

‘Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old.  I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?  I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert…for I will pour water on the thirsty ground, and streams on the dry ground.  I will pour my spirit upon your descendants, and my blessing on your offspring…’
Isaiah

When I see the flowers of spring
I am reminded of the promises of God

ISAIAH

for thus says the Lord

I will extend prosperity to her
like a river
and the wealth of the nations
like an over-flowing stream

as a mother comforts her children
so I will comfort you
and you will see
your bodies will flourish like grass

the earth waits, trembling
for the day of the Lord
for the sound of the trumpet
heralding peace

and in that day
all tears will be dried
see, I make all things new