Friend Isaiah

You once seemed so abandoned

Faithless rogues marched cross your back

And the days of Grace departed

And your days held tears and lack.

But a new thing now I’m doing

For a Wife no longer spurned.

And your walls and gates bejewelled

And oppression overturned.

Now the celebration rich

And your children taught of God

Hear my Covenant unyielding

Bow in thanks and over-awed.

Child no weapon formed ‘gainst you

Will achieve the slightest grief

And those words demeaning your Hope

All reversed to your relief.

Picking Up Pieces