This land is surround by sprawl
In every direction people, homes, destruction
Yet the land remains.
In a land of squatter's rights, no one took root
In the years of expansion, it was left alone
and now it is ready for use.
A rough land, despairing, wet muck, not suitable for people.
Even in this country of pervasive perpetual poverty, people could not see the value of cultivating the land
and they left it alone.
We walked it, and the land's despair became our own;
How can this be habitable?
Fear and doubt take root - I cannot do this.
And the Lord speaks to me
First in a whisper, to comfort my soul
Then in a shout, declaring His might:
<em>"This is my land</em>
<em>and I choose to redeem it</em>
<em>to bring it to life.</em>
<em>It has remained fallow til this day,</em>
<em>for such a day as this."</em>
If God is confident then I choose to believe,
to trust in the repair of this land
which no one wanted
which will not drain
which is <em>too</em> flat
To have faith in the one who created.
He broke me, and then redeemed me
Opened my eyes to my own darkness, and then brought me into the light.
We are most ready for God at moments of humility,
Whether that be me,
or a people broken and surrounded by darkness
or a plot of abandoned property.
<em>And as for me, I know that my redeemer lives, and at the last He will take His stand on the earth - </em>Job 19:25
<em>For every beast of the forest is mine. The cattle on a thousand hills</em> - Psalm 50:10