Noordegraaf’s Weblog

Listen to me, all who are serious about living right

And committed to seeking God

Ponder the rock from which you were cut

The quarry from which you were dug

Yes, ponder Abraham, your father

And Sara, who bore you

Think of it! One solitary man when I called him

But once I blessed him, he multiplied,

Likewise I, God, will comfort Zion,

Comfort all her mounds of ruins.

I’ll transform her dead ground into Eden

Her moonscape into the garden of God,

A place filled with exuberance and laughter

Thankful voices and melodic songs

Jes. 51 : 1-3 (the Message)

‘unto Me? I do not know you-

Where may be your House?

Í am Jesus- Late of Judea-

Now-of Paradise

Wagons-have you- to convey me?

This is far from Thence

Árms omf mine- sufficient Phaeton-

Trust Omnipotence-

I am spotted- ‘I am pardon’-

I am small- The least

Is esteemd in Heaven the Chiefest-

Occupy my house

Emily Dickinson