Isaiah 64

I am looking for the one

A yielded one, you see

Who stirs himself up night and day

To take a hold of me.

The Temple now in disrepair

The City marred with sin.

And none who flee iniquity.

The mud they wallow in.

And so I’ve hid my face a while

That some might mourn and cry

“Where gone our God

We feel His rod

We search a brazen sky.”

I do not bring Grace cheaply

I break before I bless.

Right now I seek

A Watchman meek

Travailing o’er this mess.

And when I hear his yearnings

A grieving climate comes

To cause to weep

Declension deep

Throughout the streets and homes.

And this will be the purging

And this will be the spark

I will come down

And sweep this Town

And brighten what was dark.

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