Not something He pulled from a hat - not a random pulling
the short straw
Something assigned to me
To bring good news to the poor - good news in a bad news
world
Not the story of a cat rescued from a tree - heart
warming to raise a smile
This good news repairs
a broken heart
This good news opens prison doors - and there are all kinds of
prisons
And all doors open
This good news cancels debts owed not to banks and
building societies
or to the loan shark flanked by bouncers and dogs with
studded collars
God has declared an amnesty - nothing owed to Him
All the bad done and the good left undone - forgiven
All the bad done and the good left undone - forgiven
He pays the debt himself
He tells me that my shoulders are for you to weep upon
He tells me that I speak so you will be comforted
You hold ashes - I swap them for a beautiful crown
Your tears of sorrow? I
make them my own
My laughter and joy? I make them yours
The victory and joy He wrapped me in? - I share with you
He takes away my unhappiness so I can take away yours
The towering tree that you are? I help you grow tall
You are to stand for what is right and I am to show you
how
God plants you and me to
show His splendour
The
places, the ancient ruins, ages old, ash and debris left untouched?
This is my task, the task I think too big for me – to build them new
“Not too big at all,” He says as He pours His Spirit on
me
Isaiah 61:1-4)
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