My GOD
O Lord, you are my God.
I will highly honor you; I will praise your name.
You have done miraculous things. You have been
completely reliable in carrying out your plans from long ago.
You have turned cities into ruins,
fortified cities into piles of rubble, and
foreigners’ palaces into cities that will never be rebuilt.
That is why strong people will honor you,
and cities ruled by the world’s tyrants will fear you.
You have been a refuge for the poor, a refuge for the needy
in their distress, a shelter from the rain,
and shade from the heat.
(A tyrant’s breath is like a rainstorm against a wall,
like heat in a dry land.)
You calm the uproar of foreigners.
The song of tyrants is silenced like heat
that is ⌞reduced⌟ by the shadow of a cloud.
Isaiah 25:1-5 (GW)
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