Isaiah 64 - “Oh,
that you would tear the heavens open and come down—at your Presence the
mountains would melt” (64:1).
“No ear has heard, no eye has seen any god but you act like
this for those who trust him. You guide those who act with integrity and keep
your ways in mind” (64:4-5). “And yet, Yahweh, you are our Father; we the clay,
you the potter, we are all the work of your hand” (64:7-8).
All we ever had from you is destroyed – Zion, Jerusalem, the
Temple. “Will you continue to be silent and punish us?” (64:12)
New Testament
Inspired:
Beautiful Quaker
Words: James Nayler’s Deathbed Testimony
There is a spirit which I feel
that delights to do no evil, nor to revenge any wrong, but delights to endure
all things, in hope to enjoy its own in the end. Its hope is to outlive all
wrath and contention, and to weary out all exaltation and cruelty, or whatever
is of a nature contrary to itself. It sees to the end of all temptations. As it
bears no evil in itself, so it conceives none in thought to any other. If it be
betrayed, it bears it, for its ground
and spring is the mercies and forgiveness of God. Its crown is meekness, its
life is everlasting love unfeigned; it takes its kingdom with entreaty and not
with contention, and keeps it by lowliness of mind. In God alone it can
rejoice, though none else regard it, or can own its life. It is conceived in
sorrow, and brought forth without any to pity it; nor doth it murmur at grief
and oppression. It never rejoiceth but through sufferings; for with the world's
joy it is murdered. I found it alone, being forsaken. I have fellowship therein
with them who lived in dens and desolate places of the earth, who through death
obtained this resurrection and eternal holy life.
Thou wast with me when I fled from the face of mine enemies: then didst Thou warn me in the night: Thou carriedst me in Thy power into the hiding-place Thou hadst prepared for me: there Thou coveredst me with Thy Hand that in time Thou mightst bring me forth a rock before all the world. When I was weak Thou stayedst me with Thy Hand, that in Thy time Thou mightst present me to the world in Thy strength in which I stand, and cannot be moved. Praise the Lord, O my soul. Let this be written for those that come after. Praise the Lord.
Thou wast with me when I fled from the face of mine enemies: then didst Thou warn me in the night: Thou carriedst me in Thy power into the hiding-place Thou hadst prepared for me: there Thou coveredst me with Thy Hand that in time Thou mightst bring me forth a rock before all the world. When I was weak Thou stayedst me with Thy Hand, that in Thy time Thou mightst present me to the world in Thy strength in which I stand, and cannot be moved. Praise the Lord, O my soul. Let this be written for those that come after. Praise the Lord.
Kenneth Boulding’s Nayler
Sonnets:
13. For its ground and spring is the mercies and forgiveness of God
My
Lord, Thou are in every breath I take,
And
every bite and sup taste firm of Thee.
With
buoyant mercy Thou enfoldest me,
And
holdest up my foot each step I make.
Thy
touch is all around me when I wake,
Thy
sound I hear, and by Thy light I see
The
world is fresh with Thy divinity
And
all Thy creatures flourish for Thy sake.
For
I have looked upon a little child
And
seen Forgiveness, and have seen the day
With
eastern fire cleanse the foul night away;
So
cleansest Thou this House I have defiled.
And
if I should be merciful, I know
It
is Thy mercy, Lord, in overflow.
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