"For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones" (Isaiah 57:15).
In the high and holy place--
There I dwell and there I see
Dirt, sin, and atrocity--
The human race.
In the high and holy place--
There I dwell and there I stretch
My nail-pierced hands to helpless wretch
And sinner base.
In the high and holy place--
There I dwell in glorious light
And hear the humble and contrite
And give them grace.
In the high and holy place--
There I dwell and there I give
My life and love that man may live
In my embrace.
In the high and holy place--
There I dwell, and so may all
Who trust in Me and on me call
And seek My face.
P.S. I couldn't get this to space the way I wanted it to-- sorry about that! :-)
5 comments:
I really like that poem, Melanie; did you write that?
Yes, I wrote it the other day when we read Isaiah 57.
Falcon,
Thank you for pointing that out-- I can see where my rhythm was a little shady. That is one of the areas that trips me up in poetry-writing-- consistent rythm!
For the last verse-- that IS kind of tricky! I'll have to reword it somehow. How about...
"In the high and holy place,
There I dwell and offer all
Holiness forevermore
Before My face."
??
Hi Melanie,
Wasn't sure if you received my previous message. You can find the typeset hymn here: http://immanuels-land.blogdns.org/files/InTheHighAndHolyPlace/.
Thanks,
Falcon
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