Comfort from the book of Isaiah

"O you afflicted one, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay your stones with colorful gems, and lay your foundations with sapphires. I will make your pinnacles of rubies, your gates of crystal, and all your walls of precious stones.” Isaiah 54:11–12

words to His afflicted
©10-5-14 hannah mclean

o you, My afflicted child,
whom storms have tossed
and whose tired hands 
have failed to find comfort

I have seen you
in your struggles
caught your tears
and heard your fighting gasps

but you must know
with every breath filled with wonder
with pangs and fears you've felt alone
wisdom stood, unseen beside you
while holy hands, unseen, have honed

for you,
My dear afflicted child
you are the temple where I dwell
and it is I who bring your beauty

I have built you, my temple
I have laid beneath your feet
a foundation
that will not shake
on which I’ve fashioned walls
that will not fall
and raised up pinnacles
that will not topple
and I have filled you
with My all

o you, My afflicted child,
whom storms have tossed
and whose tired hands
have failed to find comfort

all is not lost
for if you, with hanging head
would open up your eyes
to look upon your feet
you would see what the pains
of life have borne you

for etched upon your foundations
and climbing up your walls
and set upon your pinnacles
I am covering you,
my beautiful dwelling place,
with precious stones

for you,
My dear afflicted child
you are the temple where I dwell
and it is I who bring your beauty