Comfort my people

A litany for worship inspired by Isaiah 40:1-5

by Ken Sehested

“Comfort, comfort my people,” says your God.

Let tender resolve loose the bonds of revenge. All flesh is destined for Heaven’s Delight!

Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, to America, to Asheville: your warfare is waning; your iniquity, pardoned.

From wilderness wandering a highway appears. All flesh is destined for Heaven’s Delight!

Valleys are lifting, mountains recess. Rough places planed and adorned.

Earth’s agony ending, by manger’s befriending. All flesh is destined for Heaven’s Delight!  

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Inspired by Isaiah 40:1-5.