Thursday, January 10, 2013

Send Me

Isaiah saw the Lord
Seated on His throne
The angels cried holy, holy, holy
The whole earth is full of His glory

Conviction burned within Isaiah's soul
At this holy sight
Guilty of unholy speech
This broken heart Oh God
You did not despise

You sent an angel
The hot coal touched the prophet's mouth
His heart washed stunningly clean as with laundry bleach

The Lord spoke, “Whom shall I send?
And who will go for Me?”
Who will set the captives free

Isaiah's heart pounded
Like waves crashing against the rocks
“Here am I send me,” he replied.

Isaiah answered the call
But God still cries out
He's tugging at your heart
Tugging at mine
He wants to know
Will we go and set the captives free

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