Isaiah 40 revisited (from the blog of a friend)

come close,
come close to my friends
says your God

talk gently to this city,
and tell her the hard days are over,
the selfishness and violence has been paid for,
double the price has been paid,

it was on tv last night
in the countryside, in the sticks
get a road ready for the Lord,
make it wide and smooth,
and motorway for our God

the valleys will be filled in
and the mountain flattened off
the marsh land drained
and the bracken cleared

then the brilliance and mystery of the Lord
will be clear for all to see
God has spoken

someone said shout out, protest,
i said "whats the point"
"what difference can i make?"
"whats just one lifetime"

things move on everytime i look around
there are new buildings and old ones knocked down
new shopping centres and different places
nothing stays the same

only God is constant his words last through everthing

artists, musicans, dancers, promoters and organisers
you who bring a good time to this city
put on the greatest show on earth,
perform you hearts out, showing everyone
"God lives and loves you"

He looks out for each one of us,
He's got out backs and we can
always rely on him

He picks us up and carries us
in his arms, gentle taking care
of teenagers and kids

Who is like Him?
can anyone hold the ocean in their hands?
who can measure the universe in the span of their hand?
who could hold all the bricks of a city?
who has put skyscrapers on their bathroom scales?

who understands everything?
or know how to comfort us in every situation?

who taught God what he knows?
who showed Him wrong from right?
who explained destiny or purpose to Him?

everything is nothing beside God,
everything we know, see, make and strive for,
humanity is nothing
compared to the scale of God

as for celebrities, the rich and famous,
manisions and limos, diamonds,
private jets, tv series, private islands,
of just the simple things we save up for
and look up to holidays, cars, houses

dont you realise,
havent you know since you were a kid?

He sits above it all, people a like little ants
scurring around, he spoke this planet into existence
he birthed the universe and spins the earth round the sun

he turns movies stars milkmen,
brings rules of this world into line

no sooner than they're elected,
no sooner than they're at number one
they are turned out by their people,
and cameras have swung somewhere else

who is there like God?
who would you put up to him?
who equals him?

look up at the night sky sometime
who put those massive burning gas balls
millions of light years away to twinkle nicely as stars?
they are not just random either he knows each one by name
because He is God they are always shining down

who do you say "no one cares about me"
"nobody knows what im going through"
do you think this might God could get tired?
do you think he would fail to love you?

he built you from cells up, bones, blood, nerves,
eyes, ears, he knows how many hairs are on your head
and you think he is going to get tired?

no chance, just look to him,
he gives you a pick up when your down,
gives you the strength you need,
the poor and weak he loves to help

even the young people get tired,
they make mistakes and hit rock bottom

but if you look to God, hope in Him,
then its on, chill with Him and you
will be soaring like an eagle,
unstopable no matter what life throws at you