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a poem from isaiah 15-16

20 March 2013
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dear moab,

you are so proud, so arrogant, so insolent.
you do wrong when you boast,
and so you are undone – scattered and utterly stricken.

my heart breaks for you, moab –
i weep, i moan, i drench you with my tears.
but it must be this way.

your glory will be brought into contempt.
send your lambs as tribute
and give up the abundance of your vineyards.
you will not prevail through prayer in high places.
sooner, not later, you’ll be undone.


and you, my people, receive them –
shelter them and shade them,
giving counsel, justice, and peace.

and when the oppressor has been defeated,
one who judges and seeks justice and does righteousness
will sit upon david’s throne,
established in steadfast love.

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