Storm Shelters

Isaiah 25:1-8

 

1 LORD, you are my God. I will exalt you; I will praise your name, for you have done wonderful things, planned long ago, faithful and sure.  2 You have turned the city into rubble, the fortified town into a ruin, the fortress of foreigners into a city no more, never to be rebuilt.  3 Therefore, strong people will glorify you; the towns of tyrant nations will fear you.  4 You have been a refuge for the poor, a refuge for the needy in distress, a hiding place from the storm, a shade from the heat.  When the breath of tyrants is like a winter storm 5 or like heat in the desert, you subdue the roar of foreigners.  Like heat shaded by a cloud, the tyrants’ song falls silent.  6 On this mountain, the LORD of heavenly forces will prepare for all peoples a rich feast, a feast of choice wines, of select foods rich in flavor, of choice wines well refined.  7 He will swallow up on this mountain the veil that is veiling all peoples, the shroud enshrouding all nations.  8 He will swallow up death forever.  The LORD God will wipe tears from every face; he will remove his people’s disgrace from off the whole earth, for the LORD has spoken.