Isaiah 64

Come Lord, hurry.
Rip through heaven,
Tear through the sky,
Shake the mountains with your presence.
2As brushwood kindling starts a fire
And the water begins to boil,
May enemy nations start to feel
A blistering terror in your presence.
3You did wonders we couldn’t imagine.
When you came, the mountains trembled.
4Who on earth has ever heard
Of a God who serves his people?
5You work with those who work with you.
They live by laws you gave.
But you got mad when we disobeyed.
And you left us in our sin. [1]
6We’re filthy in your sight now.
Our good deeds are the filthy rags
from a woman’s monthly period. [2]
We’re fallen leaves, withered to a crisp.
And we’re waiting for a puff of wind
To carry us away.
7None of us prays to you anymore.
We don’t call your name
Because you left us behind,
To melt in the heat of our sins.

LORD, you’re our Father.
We’re your clay and you’re the potter.
We’re whatever you make of us.
9Now, don’t get so angry that you won’t forgive.
Don’t linger forever on thoughts of our sins.
Instead, remember that we are your people.
10Your holy cities lie in ruins.
And the Jerusalem we loved is gone.
11Our holy Temple was a beautiful sanctuary.
Our ancestors worshiped you there.
Now it’s burned to the ground, [3]
Like all the places we’ve loved,
It’s destroyed, broken to pieces.
12After all of this, LORD
Will you still not help us?
Is there more you want us to suffer?