The vision of Isaiah. Of Judah and the Jews.
They turned away from God. Sad that wasn't breaking news.
For centuries they disobeyed. God said, they were corrupt.
Of punishment they had been warned. This wouldn't be abrupt.
God begged, come let us reason. Let me make you white as snow.
Though now your sin's as scarlet, I can make you clean, you know.
If you'll be willing and obey you can eat of all the good.
But if you refuse you'll end up slaves, in another's neighborhood.
I will purge the evil from you. I will bring you back again.
There'll be peace, and God will reign, from His Jerusalem.
Jerusalem's my vineyard; fenced and planted, nourished root.
What more could I have done? Yet it brought forth wild fruit.
Now I lay waste in Judah. Thorns and briars will come up.
My people will be captives. They will drink a bitter cup.
In the year that king Uzziah died, God let me see His place.
With seraphims, six wings to fly, and cover feet and face.
They cried holy, holy, holy. I feared. I'm only dust.
Then the Lord said, now whom shall I send, and who will go for us?
Here am I, send me, I cried. God said, go prophesy.
Syria and Israel, in battle will ally.
I'll not let Judah pass away. I will bring them back again.
And this shall be a sign to you. A savior from your sin.