You carry me in your arms and hold me close to your heart. You feed me like a shepherd feeds his flock. You bring your reward with you as you come. You come in power and rule with a powerful arm. I shout the message of good news from the mountaintops. The grass withers and flowers fade, but your Word, Father, stands forever. Our beauty fades as quickly as flowers in a field. A way was made for your glory to be revealed.įather, we are like grass. The curves were straightened, and the rough places smoothed out. The valleys were filled, and the mountains and hills were leveled. A straight highway through the wasteland was made for you, God. You speak tenderly to me and tell me that my sad days are gone. Today's Prayer Meditation is on Isaiah 40
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