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Isaiah 12

by Robert Hawkins © 2024

In that day, you will sing:
"Lord, my praise will I bring!
You were angry with me, but no more;
now your comfort, I feel,
and I know it is real,
I'm consoled like I've not been before.

Surely, God will save me
and my salvation be;
I will trust him and not be afraid.
The LORD God makes me strong,
he's my strength and my song,
he's become my salvation and aid."

You'll drink deeply until
you've, with joy, had your fill
from the springs of salvation that run.
In that day, you'll proclaim:
"Praise the LORD! Praise his name!
Tell the nations the things he has done!

To all people, make known
that his name stands alone;
to the LORD, sing with all of your worth.
Sing to Yahweh because
of the things that he does,
and proclaim this throughout the whole earth.

Sing and shout and rejoice
with a loud and clear voice;
those of Zion, let your voices swell!
Know as great as you've sung,
there's one greater among
you — the Holy One of Israel."

This poem was a finalist in the February 2024 poetry contest

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