| Saturday, February 25, 2006 |
| Isaiah 55:10-12 |
"As the rain and snow come down from heaven and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish,
So that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
So is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
The mountain and hills will burst into song before you,
And all the trees of the field will clap their hands."
Imagine that!
Update - new poem on Shtuff! |
posted by esther @ 11:16 AM  |
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