My Take On: Isaiah 27: 11 Poem by Mark Heathcote
My Take On: Isaiah 27: 11
Rating: ★2.5
When they are wicked, the sinful break, the bough
Upon the tree on which they're seated, perched.
When the broken twigs are dry, they're snapped off.
And women come to use them as kindling for a fire.
Hence, He who made them will not know His favour.
He will neither have compassion nor show mercy.
He will not be gracious in wanting to pardon them.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
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4/27/2024 3:46:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That Old god sure liked to put the boot in. Sadly Darwin and Co did it to him! Neat interpretation of Isaiah's verse.