We see the end, the exile,
the fall of the Kingdom,
in the judgment of God,
meted out in the words
of the prophet, the stark
harsh words, casting out
the people from the land;
They had become like
their oppressors long ago.
They were to be sent to
wander yet again,
in spiritual dispersion
to again lose their anchor,
their homeland,
to wander
until the hope comes
July 22, 2007 16:11
Amos 8:4-12
Inspired by the sermon, “Until Hope Comes”,
by the Reverend Peter A. Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
July 22, 2007
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