Servant (Return to be Redeemed)

From the east I summon a bird of prey;

from a far-off land,

a man to fulfil my purpose.

What I have said,

that I will bring about;

what I have planned,

that I will do.

Listen to me,

you stubborn-hearted,

you who are now far from my righteousness.

See,

my servant will act wisely;

he will be raised

and lifted up

and highly exalted.

I will place on his shoulder

the key to the house of David;

what he opens no one can shut,

and what he shuts no one can open.

He said,

“Listen to me, Jacob!

Israel, whom I have called:

I am he;

I am the first and I am the last.

I offered my back to those who beat me,

my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard;

I did not hide my face from mocking and spitting.

Because the Sovereign LORD helps me,

I will not be disgraced.

Therefore have I set my face like flint,

and I know I will not be put to shame.

This is what the LORD says to me:

‘I will remain quiet

and will look on from my dwelling place,

like shimmering heat in the sunshine,

like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.

Although you have been forsaken and hated,

with no one travelling through,

I will make you the everlasting pride

and the joy of all generations.

I have swept away your offences like a cloud,

your sins like the morning mist.

Return to me,

for I have redeemed you.’ “

Quote of the Day: We Have Different Gifts

We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your faith; if it is serving, then serve; if it is teaching, then teach;

— Romans 12:6-7 NIV

In everything set them an example by doing what is good. In your teaching show integrity, seriousness and soundness of speech that cannot be condemned, so that those who oppose you may be ashamed because they have nothing bad to say about us.

— Titus 2:7-8 NIV

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

— Colossians 3:12,17 NIV

Quote of the Day: Believe and Receive

As it is written: “I have made you a father of many nations.” He is our father in the sight of God, in whom he believed—the God who gives life to the dead and calls into being things that were not.

— Romans 4:17 NIV

Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.

— Mark 11:24 NIV

Mother’s Last Song (Pity)

 

Here she lie in pain and wait

Looking at the sores on her lap

There her tears fall to sleep

On the bosom different and bare

 

Look how her eyes are sad

Filled with sorrow for death

It has parted her

And stabbed her like a sword

 

On her pedestal

Eternally

She will lie in wait

 

For the one she gave life and breath

Is now gone away

 

She remembers the angel choir

Singing of happiness

A king was born

But kings must rest

For they rest naught in life

But in the Lord’s gracious everlasting sight

 

This is a mother’s last song

To her first child in death and birth

But this is no comforting lullaby

This is the lamentation

For the last of the greatest kings

Jeanne d’Arc

This is a beautiful place

This garden

A small stream and an apple tree

Just there

 

I am a young girl

Many things expected of me

Yet I can see these figures

Of holiness

These saints

 

I do like the spin wool

I do like to sow clothes, make food

But they are demanding

These saints

 

My land is in peril

It has been for many years

There must be a saviour

They say it must be me

How could I a simple peasant girl do such a thing?

 

It is time now

I can feel it

I must go

 

To convince this man much more is needed

Maybe when the time is right my word is heeded

 

It is now

I know of this battle

At home I rather would wool gather

But my Lord has asked this of me

He has given me life

What could I give him but this?

 

The Dauphin listens to me

They are desperate

They need me

I will be heading to war

I will be leading the war

 

Some did not believe me

Though I by Poitiers

Was declared to be

A good Christian

Irreproachable life

What does it help that

I possess the virtues of humility, honesty and simplicity?

 

Ah! these men who believe me unpure

These men who captured me

These men who betrayed me

 

I have never acted but from the word of my Lord

Only his will have I done in my life

What good does it do to me to say this

When they do not believe it

 

I am a witch

It is finally done

The confession they wanted has been given

 

But how can I repent when I have done no wrong

And am I no better than they when I deny the truth

It might be not something they understand

But with my word and faith I must stand

 

…It is the end

This world farewell

Though terrible this world has been

I will only good things to my Lord tell

Though he sees all I have faith still

Mother’s Last Song (Pity)

Here she lie in pain and wait
Looking at the sores on her lap
There her tears fall to sleep
On the bosom different and bare

Look how her eyes are sad
Filled with sorrow for death
It has parted her
And stabbed her like a sword

On her pedestal
Eternally
She will lie in wait

For the one she gave life and breath
Is now gone away

She remembers the angel choir
Singing of happiness
A king was born
But kings must rest
For they rest naught in life
But in the Lord’s gracious everlasting sight

This is a mother’s last song
To her first child in death and birth
But this is no comforting lullaby
This is the lamentation
For the last of the greatest kings