Isaiah’s Vision

Isaiah 6

Holy, holy, holy! The Lord of hosts
Was seated high on a throne above the smoke.
My eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.
He set his eyes on me. And then he spoke:

Who shall I send? Who will go for me?
Here I am. Here I am, send me.

The Lord declared: The nation fell away.
The evil, godless people did not obey the Lord.
The people laden with sin had their day.
But now the nation is humbled by the sword.

Who shall I send? Who will go for me?
Here I am. Here I am, send me.

The Lord declared: This nation can’t be saved.
Because they stop their ears and shut their eyes,
The people are doomed to lose the life they craved.
From the smoking ruin, a nation of faith shall rise.

Who shall I send? Who will go for me?
Here I am. Here I am, send me.

 

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