"Wells of Peace"
Like falling snow, Your mercy makes them white.
You call me to the temple’s sacred height.
And guide my feet where peace is fully known.
The temple thresholds tremble at Your sound;
A living coal refines my trembling voice.
Though fear would have my heart make war its choice,
Immanuel’s light shows where Your peace is found.
From Jesse’s stump, hope stirs beneath the ground;
Your righteous Branch in living green shall rise.
You call us home beneath Your widening skies
To draw from wells where saving joy is found.
These hands, once scarlet, draw from wells of peace;
In You, my God, all fear and wandering cease.
Content based upon Isaiah 1–12
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This poetic adaptation of the early chapters of Isaiah explores the profound transition from spiritual brokenness to divine restoration. The speaker illustrates a personal journey where sin and conflict are washed away by a merciful presence, symbolized by the changing color of one's hands. Central to the text is the emergence of hope and justice through the metaphor of a growing branch that signifies a new beginning for humanity. By seeking refuge in a sacred temple, the individual finds a quiet sanctuary where all anxiety and aimless searching finally end. Ultimately, the work highlights the availability of boundless joy and tranquility found within the metaphorical "wells of peace." These verses encourage a shift away from internal warfare toward a life illuminated by divine light and grace.







