Kept
He watched through flaming swords His children walk away
From all He’d crafted with His hands
That they may stay.
Yet now they go into the world,
Bare but for skins.
An empty grove once clean, now stained;
Covering for sins.
“I have made, and I will bear;
I will carry and will save.”
He watched as whip and chains drew
Bloody cries of pain
With sorrow mingled in the clay
Like heartache’s stain.
From tender touch of babe filled boat,
To flame gild’ voice,
Through princely shepherd and trembling tongue;
Sovereign choice.
“I have made, and I will bear;
I will carry and will save.”
He sees His children once again,
Leg weary in the sand.
King to Slave they spurned His love;
Face to foreign land.
Dispersed and scattered as
Sheep without a shepherd.
Yet a remnant shall He keep
With strong thongs tethered.
“I have made, and I will bear;
I will carry and will save.”
He sees His Son bear the load;
Beam and sin would kill,
Through ancient gate He stumbled
T’ward the rugged hill.
He hears the lonely voice, bears down
Then turns away.
‘It is finished’ comes the cry;
Darkest of all days.
“I have made, and I will bear;
I will carry and will save.”
He sees me now a wandering,
Weighed down with sin.
Calls me to Himself with a
Grace I’m lost within.
I kneel before my Saviour;
His wounds now so dear.
Rest in my Eternal hope
With His voice so clear.
“I have made, and I will bear;
I will carry and will save.”
Isaiah 46:3-4, ESV
Listen to me, O house of Jacob,
all the remnant of the house of Israel,
who have been borne by me from before your birth,
carried from the womb;
even to your old age I am he,
and to grey hairs I will carry you.
I have made, and I will bear;
I will carry and will save.
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