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03 Apr 2007 05:06:09 PM |
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Isaiah 49: 1-6. 4-3-2007. |
The Servant Of The Lord.
Hear me, O coastlands, listen, O distant peoples. The Lord called me
from birth, from my mother's womb he gave me my name. He made of me a
sharp-edged sword and concealed me in the shadow of his arm. He made
me a polished arrow, in his quiver he hid me. You are my servant, he
said to me, Israel, through whom I show my glory.
Though I thought I had toiled in vain, and for nothing, uselessly,
spent my strength, Yet my reward is with the Lord, my recompense is
with my God. For now the Lord has spoken who formed me as his servant
from the womb, That Jacob may be brought back to him and Israel
gathered to him; And I am made glorious in the sight of the Lord, and
my God is now my strength!
It is too little, he says, for you to be my servant, to raise up the
tribes of Jacob, and restore the survivors of Israel; I will make you
a light to the nations, that my salvation may reach to the ends of the
earth.
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Also read:
Psalm 71: 1-6, 15, 17.
John 13: 21-33, 36-38.
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| User: "Josef Balluch" |
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| Title: Re: Isaiah 49: 1-6. 4-3-2007. |
03 Apr 2007 07:02:51 PM |
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In article <1175637969.281659.32720@p77g2000hsh.googlegroups.com>,
vivapadrepio@aol.com says...
Hear me, O coastlands, listen, O distant peoples.
Translation: No one around here takes me seriously.
He made of me a
sharp-edged sword and concealed me in the shadow of his arm. He made
me a polished arrow, in his quiver he hid me.
No wonder no one takes you seriously.
You are my servant, he
said to me, Israel, through whom I show my glory.
< chuckle! > Yeah, so we can see.
Though I thought I had toiled in vain, and for nothing, uselessly,
spent my strength, Yet my reward is with the Lord, my recompense is
with my God. For now the Lord has spoken who formed me as his servant
from the womb, That Jacob may be brought back to him and Israel
gathered to him; And I am made glorious in the sight of the Lord, and
my God is now my strength!
Whatever you say, Sparky.
It is too little, he says, for you to be my servant, to raise up the
tribes of Jacob, and restore the survivors of Israel; I will make you
a light to the nations, that my salvation may reach to the ends of the
earth.
Attaboy! Aim for the stars!
Also read:
Psalm 71: 1-6, 15, 17.
John 13: 21-33, 36-38.
Couldn't be bothered.
Regards,
Josef
The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum.
-- Henry Havelock Ellis
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