This is what God says,
the God who builds a road right through the ocean,
who carves a
path through pounding waves,
The God who summons horses and chariots and
armies—
they lie down and then can't get up;
they're snuffed out
like so many candles:
"Forget about what's happened;
don't keep going
over old history.
Be alert, be present. I'm about to do something brand-new.
It's bursting out! Don't you see it?
There it is! I'm making a road
through the desert,
rivers in the badlands.
Wild animals will say
'Thank you!'
—the coyotes and the buzzards—
Because I provided water
in the desert,
rivers through the sun-baked earth,
Drinking water for
the people I chose,
the people I made especially for myself,
a
people custom-made to praise me.
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