‘The Earth Is My Footstool’

Green grass
is all flesh–youthful, old,
suffering, or ‘professed’ blessed.

In brilliant mornings
under gliding white strips of clouds
sprigs sprout as tender blades in renew

with drips of crystal dew
spreading loyal love afield
of freshness yields.

Then heat sweeps plains
lacking gushing rains
to dry out wheat in deathly shadows

to life no longer sustain…

Yet, in his palms,
He has engraved your ‘names’
no longer toiling, loaded down, disdained…

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“Raise your eyes and look all around.
They are all gathering together.
They are coming to you.”

Traveling on leveled ground,
even as mountains and hills
were made low.

“Clear up the way of Jehovah!
Make a straight highway
through the desert for our God.”

For His light to glow
as a magnificent moon gleams
His ‘word’ streams

a path too,
forever…

This soon
many seeking hearts will gloriously know:

“Those hoping in me
will not be put to shame.”

For even from death
life will be reclaimed…

“For the kingship belongs to Jehovah;
He rules

over the nations.” For: “The heavens

are my throne,
and the earth

is my footstool.”

Isa. 40:6-8; Ps. 22:28: Isa. 66:1

ITH & SB