Sunday, December 13: Isaiah 61:1-4
Another night of cold and dark, our weak fire has lost it’s spark.
We search all day for that patch of grass, the hunger hurts and will not pass.
We feel like captives of this flock, they imprison us without a lock.
We risk our lives from the fangs of foe, life is hard – it’s all we know.
With tattered clothes and a stick for a tool, we know the looks of ridicule.
We’ve been poor and broken hearted, full of hurt from the day we started.
Now as I watch the blackened sky, something changes and I can’t say why.
A light starts to build and sounds can be heard, the others awake but we don’t say a word.
Brightness grows from the shapes that appear, our arms hide faces overwhelmed with fear.
A song sweeps the air like waves of the sea, it gains strength and washes over me.
We’re paralyzed by this unknown sight. No one moves – we’re frozen in fright.
We recognize words sung by a shepherd of old, its Angels singing – bright and bold.
And one comes close, “Fear Not” we hear, and tells news of Him who will appear
To turn our spirit of hopeless despair into joyful praise that fills the air.
This proclamation is for those who are low, whose new freedom and joy can easily show.
We leave our burdens and fears behind, excited to seek this Savior to find.
How can it be, as lowly as we, that get to be chosen, this baby to see?
Now who can join this joyous shout? Anyone willing to try His splendor out!
Ford Mastin