Voiceless

 I've been meditating on the prophetic chapters at the end of Isaiah all week. Crying for the lost. Proclaiming these promises over the lands that I love... over the people God has burdened me with. Especially over the voiceless: people plagued with diseases, the starving, child prostitutes, victims of violence, those trapped in trafficking, the aborted and their mothers, victims of "honor killings", the horrendous dark sex-world of prostitution and rape...

^{Isaiah 60}

¹⁷ I will exchange your bronze for gold,
      your iron for silver,
   your wood for bronze,
      and your stones for iron.
   I will make peace your leader
      and righteousness your ruler.
 ¹⁸ Violence will disappear from your land;
      the desolation and destruction of war will end.
   Salvation will surround you like city walls,
      and praise will be on the lips of all who enter there.

 ¹⁹ “No longer will you need the sun to shine by day,
      nor the moon to give its light by night,
   for the Lord your God will be your everlasting light,
      and your God will be your glory.
 ²⁰ Your sun will never set;
      your moon will not go down.
   For the Lord will be your everlasting light.
      Your days of mourning will come to an end.
 ²¹ All your people will be righteous.
      They will possess their land forever,
   for I will plant them there with my own hands
      in order to bring myself glory.
 ²² The smallest family will become a thousand people,
      and the tiniest group will become a mighty nation.
      At the right time, I, the Lord, will make it happen.”