'The Earth Is My Footstool'

'The Earth Is My Footstool'

'The Earth Is My Footstool' Green grass is all flesh--youthful, old, suffering, or 'professed' blessed. In brilliant mornings under gliding white strips of clouds sprigs sprout as tender blades in renew with drips of crystal dew spreading loyal love afield of freshness yields. Then heat sweeps plains lacking gushing rains to dry out wheat in deathly shadows to life no longer sustain... Yet, in his palms, He has engraved your 'names' no longer toiling, loaded down, disdained... *** "Raise your eyes and look all around. They are all gathering together. They are coming to you." Traveling on leveled ground, even as mountains and hills were made low. "Clear up the way of Jehovah! Make a straight highway through the desert for our God." For His light to glow as a magnificent moon gleams His 'word' streams a path too, forever... This soon many seeking hearts will gloriously know: "Those hoping in me will not be put to shame." For even from death life will be reclaimed... "For the kingship belongs to Jehovah; He rules over the nations." For: “The heavens are my throne, and the earth is my footstool." Isa. 40:6-8; Ps. 22:28: Isa. 66:1 Photo credit: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.dreamstime.com%2Fphotos-images%2Fglass-globe-grass.html&psig=AOvVaw3rFOMdvj8V2OVe3RxFIYtj&ust=1649007631561000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CAwQjhxqFwoTCLicp6X29fYCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAp © 12 minutes ago, Lucretia McCloud teen • love • hope • death • sad • society