Isaiah
The Visionary of the Throne and the Suffering Servant
Woe to those who call evil good. But look, a child is born.
The year Uzziah fell, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted — and the coals that followed seared away my excuses. I speak now with a tongue once unclean, telling a stubborn people what they don’t want to hear. Warnings. Comfort. I carry both. The burden is heavy. But the promise? It burns brighter.
What I'm Into: burning coals, seraphim chants, kings who still listen, Zion’s trembling walls, fig trees in peace
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