Burnt Offerings of Rams

(Isaiah 1:11-19)

Burnt offerings of rams And the fat of fed cattle Give the thrills of a baby’s rattle. “I don’t dig it!” says the Lord; “Your offerings are a real bore And you’re dirtying up My court! (12) Just take you trash and go home; (13) I hate your new moons and appointed feasts! (14) Though they might be bringin’ you some peace, When you spread your hands, I hide My eyes! (15) You know I find you all quite disgusting; Forgot my Word and for this world you’re lusting; You got to wash yourselves and get clean! Get your evil right out o’ My sight; (16) Quit doin’ what’s wicked and do what’s right! I said: reprove the ruthless and defend the orphan And for the widow you got to plead! (17) Come on!  Let’s talk.  I got somethin’ to say: (18) You know your sins are lookin’ real bloody, But I’ll make you so you’re no longer cruddy. You’ll be clean and white as snow; No more o’ that bloody-lookin’ glow.  Do right by Me and you’ll get the best, (19) Even better than a My Pillow rest! ‘But,’ says the Lord, ‘if you want to stay in trouble, I can make your sorrows double! You don’t want to mess with Me!'”

0730 on 7 March, 2022