A POETIC MEDITATION ON THE HOPE OF ISAIAH 40
“Behold your God!” comes the alarm.
With mighty arm he rules and saves.
The shepherd-king, his word is sure
No war or roar; his sheep secure,
though grass withers and flowers fade.
Good news announced; he comes with might.
At night the hosts sing of his pow’r.
He marks the heavens with a span;
Seas pool in the palm of his hand.
The nations he will devour.
He has no counselor, no teacher;
To him no creature can compare.
He defines justice, knows all things,
Upholds all things, appoints all kings.
And of all your ways he’s aware.
Look up and consider the sight;
His rule, his might the stars display.
He loves your name and knows your pain.
He sees your frame, your fear, your shame.
He’ll answer as you wait and pray.
Did you not hear? The Lord is near
To cheer and strengthen those who wait.
Although his ways are beyond us,
He is for us not against us.
We’ll walk, we’ll run, yet not faint.
––Jason S. DeRouchie (3/24/2020)
