Even among the twisted roots
Of a long fallen tree,There is a lacework loveliness
That’s obvious to see.
Though you may not see it that way,
It’s clear as it can be,
It’s that same twisted loveliness
That my God sees in me.
For I was fallen, dead and lost,
Twisted from root to bough,
But despite all my brokenness
He saw beauty somehow.
He brought that beauty out in me,
Though I still don’t know how,
But this old twisted, broken tree
Is something precious now.
Isaiah 61:4
They will rebuild the ancient ruins and restore the places long devastated; they will renew the ruined cities that have been devastated for generations.
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