This is one of the last verses that i read to marty before he went to be with Jesus. And I can't help but think that the mountains and hills were bursting into song, and all the trees of the field were claping their hands as he was brought into the presence of the Lord. Marty loved thunderstorms and shortly after he passed away thunder was rolling, and i just knew that the Lord was delighting in his son coming home.
Isaiah 55:8-13
8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the LORD.
9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
10 As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
11 so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
12 You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.
13 Instead of the thornbush will grow the juniper,
and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.
This will be for the LORD’s renown,
for an everlasting sign,
that will endure forever.”
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