For Isaiah You guided continually

As He looked to Your will, You abided still

While he walked he found the way to go in You

As His footsteps found He was through the Lord bound

He spoke of what had yet to come

He told tales unheard, would in future some

Would experience close, be still

Because those words were not hid Jesus would seek God’s Will

If he felt troubled, Lord guided

His hope like rain poured as Isaiah confided

Was a “garden” to His love

A spring welled of hope, a never give up “dove”

And the verse says He restores

Brings up greatness through the Lord’s compassion implores

Like waters that do not fail.

(Note: This was based off of Isaiah 58:11, my devotion today)