Meditation on Isaiah 6. Seeing the difference between God and oneself.
I’ll gladly be a stump, Lord
With trunk and branches gone
Bare and stripped of anything…
To which I’m holding on.
No leafy new growth twig
Or thick and sturdy limb
Shall be exempt from pruning work
As you shape and saw and trim.
With eyes made blind and ears made deaf
And ruined cities lying bare
A remnant God will still preserve,
Burned pure, still in his care.
As shoots arise from ashen stumps
And seeds spring up again
God finds repentant messengers
Who yet will speak for him.