God, you are my God. I celebrate you. I praise you. You’ve done your share of miracle-wonders, well-thought-out plans, solid and sure. Here you’ve reduced the city to rubble, the strong city to a pile of stones. The enemy Big City is a non-city, never to be a city again. Superpowers will see it and honor you, brutal oppressors bow in worshipful reverence. They’ll see that you take care of the poor, that you take care of poor people in trouble, Provide a warm, dry place in bad weather, provide a cool place when it’s hot. Brutal oppressors are like a winter blizzard and vicious foreigners like high noon in the desert. But you, shelter from the storm and shade from the sun, shut the mouths of the big-mouthed bullies.
Isaiah 25:1-5 MSG
https://bible.com/bible/97/isa.25.1-5.MSG
The love of God for the poor and afflicted is tantamount. He does not hide His eyes. His eyes are on those who trust Him and call Him by name.
Trust Him! Put your faith in Him! Amen!
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